White-robbed snow

wades between lanes

of black asphalt road

ready for baptism.

In my car, alone,

buried alive in traffic,

the sanctifying flakes

barely visible in headlights

act as disciples

to raise my hopes.

The trees are holy ghosts,

and I will immerse myself

in their light-filled glow.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless


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5 responses to “Parkway Purification”

  1. so many good lines in this, K.

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    1. Thank you so much, Lisa. The magic of the snow has returned. We’re all in awe around here.

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      1. You’re welcome and I’m glad 🙂

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  2. Tom Avatar

    Very vivid descriptions that paint an immersive scene, K! 🙂 From the snowy highways, the bunched-up cars and silhouettes of skeletal trees – beautifully written.

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    1. Why thank you kindly, Tom. It was a flash back to my own baptism, I suppose. That pool behind the pulpit. That white robe.

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