Spring Day By G.D.C.W
Poem By David Wilson
Not so white banks of snow.
On melting banks, sits several large black crows.
Their interest, underneath the snow.
The Dod finds smells lost till spring.
I walk what a magic day.
A blink in time, a cycle older than the Milky Way.
Walk and sense today when finished can't be retrieved in any way.
Old picture found, now I understand.
Time is now, to be a part of [do]. Don't think, while you're still around.