Okay, it technically wasn’t snow, but it sure looked like it. Here is a poem that I wrote calling the weather here snow even though it was sleet and tiny ice pellets.
It gathers in corners and powders the roads
Icicles hanging a drip at a time
Grey skies and sunlight melting the shadows
Swirling the snowflakes in rooftops and trees
Leaves on the live oaks pale with frost
Melting, retreating to small chunks of shade
Grass white with ice
So clear and glassy
Slippery with winter fading to spring
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I hope you like it, and maybe write one of your own! It might be a little sad.
Waking up on Christmas morning
Brings me to a different time
The knowing that the coffee cake will be ready
Day of family, no matter what
It’s not really about anything
Just family and memory
Other days have been the same
Laying on my sister’s bed
Missing her when she’s gone
Savoring when she is here
Feeling love and knowing that
Some things can never change
The dog will lay upon the floor
We will gather at the table
Not to reminisce,
But to create joy anew.
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Deep beneath the surface
Through the tunnels lit by torches
Past the caves of skeleton and zombie hordes
Among the abandoned mineshafts
Over the endless ravine
Around the tumbling waterfall
Without being shot full of skeleton arrows
Staring at the purple eyes of the enderman
BAD IDEA.
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I was looking through a drawer when I found a poem from a year or so ago. I wrote it about these birds called black skimmers. These birds fly low over the waves, beaks open, breaking the surface of the water to catch small fish. They are black and white, and look a bit like puffins. Here it is:
Though I am no pelican, I am a skimmer
My beak makes the spray, I am part of the glimmer
The life of a sailor is the life for me
My wings in the sky,
My heart in the sea.
There it is. Please say what you think.
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