POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE SNOW
March 16, 2017 at 5:26 am 2 comments
I’m sure many of the residents of the northeast are now shouting a four letter word,
S***!
After a mild winter, a storm has arrived making life temporarily miserable.
I always dust off this poem and share it at the appropriate time.
This is the appropriate time.
I wrote this poem some years ago.
Every winter since, I drag it out the right time.
For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time.
This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, ‘The Bells’.
THE SNOW
See the delicate snowflakes fall,
Falling, falling, falling.
Whitening the earth, awaiting below,
Falling, falling, falling.
See the mounds of glittering white,
Building, building, building.
As they hide the ground from sight,
Building, building, building.
See the ceaseless falling snow,
Falling, falling, falling.
Will it stop, no one quite knows,
Falling, falling, falling.
See the drifts accumulate,
Building, building, building.
My longing for spring will no longer wait,
Building, building, building.
SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW,
HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.
MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW,
HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.
SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL,
GROWING, GROWING, GROWING,
CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL,
SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.
Entry filed under: POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS, PUBLISHED POEM, Walt Trizna. Tags: snow, snow storm Stella poem snow poem, weather, winter.
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slpmartin | March 16, 2017 at 5:53 am
I must admit…that I don’t miss such late winter storms…sunny 87 today. 🙂
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walttriznastories | March 17, 2017 at 4:57 am
Eighty-seven in winter is just wrong. But after living in both California and Florida it does have its benefits. Especially when you’re to old to shovel.