In the middle of winter I thought that I must compose a poem about the most magical things about it... Snow
Snow
Creeping through the towns by
night,
Covering them in a glistening
white,
Filled inside with a magic of
sorts,
Snow is the element you
cannot thwart.
Pinching cold and freezing
fingers,
The price you pay and it
lingers,
The never-ending freezing
fall,
Shall fall and fall past the
wall.
With this substance you can
make,
A smiling snowman or a
protective fort,
The snowman with a smile of
coal,
While the fort protects from
the cold outdoors.
Out the window down it falls,
The snow coming down in
sheets and walls,
A beautiful sight to behold,
It seems as if you’re in a
different world.
Wonderful images! I always love watching you build forts in the winter, and then snuggling inside to keep warm.
ReplyDeleteHi, Matthew! As a person who has shoveled snow three times today only, I appreciate your work restoring my sense of awe and wonder at SNOW. I love your line "The snow coming down in sheets and walls." I will try to take an Instagram of my visual representation of this in a few days when it starts melting here! Wonderful, wonderful poem. Lexi loved it, too!
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