Monday, February 3, 2014

Snow

More editing today.



Snow. 
Flurries fall in a rush of feathery white
With each flake, I feel a shiver of hope 
Hoping tomorrow will be a winter wonderland 
Freedom. 
Snow. 

2 comments:

  1. Snow is exactly that: freedom. Falling wherever it pleases, snow inspires us to wonder at its beauty and personify the cold flakes in order to express how it changes us. Snow is white from pure intentions. Snow is nature's way of cleansing our moods and bringing us hope of a better day; a second chance. Though you may think your poem short and rushed, it portrays precisely what society has accepted snow to be, and how it moves us all in a uniquely individual way. Thank you for sharing. :)

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  2. thank you Ashley! It is good to hear from you, and I appreciate your comments! :)

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