The sun comes up, and soon <br />The night’s thin fall of snow <br />Fades from the grass as if <br />It could not wait to go. <br /> <br />But look, a lank line lingers <br />Beyond the lawn’s one tree, <br />Safe in its shadow still, <br />Held momentarily. <br /> <br />Delighted my daughter runs <br />Twisting from my embrace <br />To touch the fragile snow <br />Before it leaves no trace.<br /><br />Dick Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-4/
