Silky black roads drizzled in gloss
A smell of frozen dust, light in toss
Bright and blinding with specks of dirt
Old snow by highway, the tales they blurt
Snoozing seed prays it to move
Let cold begone, get grass its groove
Flakes melt and settle down the tube
Giant snow cone in a messy, tinted cube
Forgotten mittens and blown away scarves
Fossilized in the old snow, freezing air departs
Heater coils jamming up, Sun pleads
Melt away snow of memories, few hues the hour needs
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