Fossilized Slush

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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