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A Glimpse by Betsy Davis
It tends to happen slowly : A white blanket laid down , Muting the world around . Peacefully , I gaze out the window And feel everything stop For a moment . The sun shines Brighter than any other day , Beaming off white roads . Bundled up , I step through The door into an Artic tundra . All around , snow has been rolled up And stacked into three , neat balls , Uncovering what the white blanket Had covered throughout the day . The muddy grass is a glimpse Into what will happen When everything melts away : Revealing the world trapped below .