snow trumps gravity

Our gravel driveway,
a new blizzard; no match for
the bucket loader.

Stone swept up with snow,
piled high on grass and flowers,
now melting, dropping.

This year I'll catch it,
as it gathers in stone veins,
before it settles.

Snow trumps gravity.
Stones settle in slow motion,
falling to the earth.

Shovel them all up,
throw it back on the driveway.
Help the flowers bloom.

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