I Gave

birth to the snow

that fell—

like a whisper

of tremors turning

rare weather

to sad from glad.

As a wounded soul

it snuck back

into the spotlight

similar to winter-ago.

On July 1st the usual

bangs and booms

from revered

fireworks were           

replaced by white

and all may be sad or

glad but not displeased.

Fallen below heavenly

heights it did indeed come

in swoops of wind

and sheets of the usual

white stuff following.

I accept making one small

comment against too hot-heat

and now I pay the price

from one who spoke

a few words of

discontent-- and

requested a snowstorm

to bring coolness

and nature responded.