what is it about snow that makes me turn into a five year old? i think that all that's good in the world is caputured in a snowflake. a friend and i wrote this poem when it snowed about this time last year. and i haven't written anything in a while, so i feel like maybe this will get me back in the swing of things. i hope you enjoy...
the city is lulled into sleep by the gently falling snow,
a white treasure for the blue collars keeping watch at night.
alas it has come and gone, a white wondrous whisper.
it has shared its secret, leaving no trace for the dreamer.
About Me
- Julia
- I take comfort in words, in both writing my own and reading those of others much wiser than I.
2 comments:
Snow is quite beautiful. It is also very cold, and driving between Nashville and Brentwood wasn't very pleasant yesterday.
Hey, Julia!
I just saw that you have a blog! Yay!
Not, however, "Yay" for snow on my part. I don't like snow one single iota.
Not even one.
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