Snowfall in Lent
Mimosa came unsought
in sunbursts on my hill.
Then snow hid, dot by dot,
my straightedge windowsill,
which, like a guillotine,
had severed out from in.
Now that the cut is clean,
Contrition, pull the pin.
Mimosa came unsought
in sunbursts on my hill.
Then snow hid, dot by dot,
my straightedge windowsill,
which, like a guillotine,
had severed out from in.
Now that the cut is clean,
Contrition, pull the pin.