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| The Mill by Andrew Wyeth 1964 |
She remembered snow
snowmen
and snow ice cream
snow shovels
and snowballs.
Not everyone she knew
remembered snow
its feel
the way it melted on your tongue
or landed on your lashes.
Snow came no more
climate changed
her grandmother laughed
fanning herself
on the porch in Maine in December.
She once told great stories
about the last Arctic Vortex
and the six foot snow rabbit
they fashioned that July
now she just sipped her iced tea
and fanned herself.
The memory of snow
just a wistful smile
and an album of yellowing photos
in the box she kept
under her bed.
J. Binford-Bell
January 2014
