Not A Blizzard
feather flake wisps
swirl outside my window
layers of gray clouds
explode like a pillow fight
dervish whirlwind of white
blankets the earth
shroud of calm
muffled sounds
until boot crunch steps
erase the pristine land
I'll dedicate this to my Dad, sister, brother, and all the hearty souls back East who are under blizzard conditions. My poem is how snow should be presented.
Categories:
snow
0 komentar:
Posting Komentar