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SNOW, A WINTER POEM

I offer this poem, for obvious reasons, when it snows. In the area of Pennsylvania where I live, we have just had our first measurable snow in almost two years. So, it’s time has once again arrived.

This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.

           THE SNOW

See the delicate snowflakes fall,

Falling, falling, falling.

Whitening the earth, waiting below,

Falling, falling, falling.

See the mounds of glittering white,

Building, building, building.

As they hide the ground from our 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 intensely waits,

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.

January 16, 2024 at 4:10 pm Leave a comment