Haiku: Snowy Day

Little flakes of festivity
falling softly, silently, gently,
hold trees, rooftops, cars in frosty embrace.

“Downy ecstasy”, “silver sunlight”, “wedding cake”,
analogies effuse, admiration abounds,
I have to agree.

But I can’t help thinking about
dirty road edges, parking lots with brownish mountain piles,
not going away for another two weeks.

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