Wet Winter Snow Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Wet winter snow,
melts slowly
as the
icicles
freeze
the
stone statue of Jesus.

Arms outstretched,
offering salvation.
People walking by,
vividly
ignoring
the solemn message
carved in
long-ago
symbols.

Bright orange sun,
hollow warmth
permeating
like
dried leaves
in a painting.

Forget the world
outside you for a while,
seek Heaven
and
find what
you need to find.

Seemingly insubstantial,
yet indestructible,
like a ghost,
the colossal frigid tower
hangs in the sky.