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POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE SNOW

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.

March 16, 2017 at 5:26 am 2 comments