the moment the white
patch on the sidewalk
become the snowy sidewalk
patched with darkened gray
goes unnamed in the urge
to holler snow—
- A Warning of the Perils of Praise. small stone Day Four.(writingourwayhome.com)
- Being Human. small stone Day Two.(writingourwayhome.com)
- How to begin. small stone Day One.(writingourwayhome.com)
- A Snowy Sidewalk(justajunebaby.wordpress.com)
This is wonderful… I’ve been reading a lot of snow poetry lately… We had some a week ago or so. Time for me to pay attention to it.
Thank you! We’ve had what passes for a lot of snow here in Belfast lately (an inch or two).