Ashen Snow

An innocence we used to know As morning dourly turns to night Entombed beneath an ashen snow A cell phone yearning for hello With hopes of answer growing slight An innocence we used to know Within a stampede’s torrid flow Bifocals lost in jostled fright Entombed beneath an ashen snow A playbill from three days ago Once read with wonder and delight An innocence we used to know Pillars raised in commerce glow Now broken pencils thrown in spite Entombed beneath an ashen snow So many hearts in fervent throes So many souls in heaven’s sight An innocence we used to know Entombed beneath an ashen snow Chopped - Poetry Contest Including: Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001 Cell Phone Broken Pencil Bifocals -23 Oct 2014-