- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Lightly Falling Snow
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Click hereHe cleared snow from the old bench
Then sat to watch the wind
Blowing snow across the fields
Some sun, and then more snow.
At home warm love and coffee
But he wasn't in a hurry.
He was deep in easy thought
His mood matching the weather
Bright sun in a small blue window
Became just a yellow glow
Behind a low thin cloud
Sunlight brushed him, and then snow
The younger him knew absolutes.
Now many truths were softened,
by a lifetime's realizations
His mind held a quiet peace
He rose and called his dog
And as he left for love and coffee
The distant trees were grayed out
By the lightly falling snow.
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoAnd nice to see a slightly different take or mood.
You are becoming assured in your writing. You run the risk of entering the top tier of writers here. Take care.
Ashesh9about 10 years agoSo imagine my surprise'n joy to see this Gem posted on a Mon morning : 5-ed & thnx for sharin' !
GuiltyPleasureabout 10 years ago...with gm, this gentle, descriptive poem cups the heart with personal memories and a smile of recognition.
greenmountaineerabout 10 years agoThis has a wonderful soft musical quality to it, Old Bear. Just delightful, pleasant. No over-reach (something yours truly is sometimes guilty of), but a nice stretch in the 4th stanza, and then reverting to the beautiful image, wrapping it up in the last stanza. That is just good writing, putting in place a nice thematic structure in my opinion.
My imagination brought me to wind chimes in your poem. As I think you remember, I live in Vt. and this is the time of year when the snow base is usually deep, the sun lengthens, the sky is bluer, and the temperature a little bit warmer. I don't know if a "city slicker" would feel the same about your poem as I do, but I enjoyed it very much.
In fact, it's 5:30 am, and I'm reading it again with a cup of coffee.
