The Snow FieldWhite and frozen, the Snow Field lay
Pristine, empty, a blank sheet of paper
The erased pencil marks faintly visible still
Of names, places, dates deeply etched in.
Buried under the snow, a withered poppy
Once brilliant red and vibrant, now dead.
Covered under layers of feathery snow
The landscape remains unblemished, unspotted.
Nothing can tarnish the smooth snow surface
Barren, dry, devoid of life it remains
Till summer solstice heralds the warm sunshine
Finally melting away the snow.
Only to realise -
another Snow Field lies beneath
untouched, frozen, barren still.
Kelly Marie Ang
