Falling slowly from the night sky,
a soft parachute of beauty
dances with the street light.

Swaying from right to left,
following the wind as it blows,
looking for a place to rest.

A soft brush silently covers the street.
The road sleeps under a white blanket tonight,
snowflakes greet every tree with a tickle.

The painting will never dry; ruined in the morning.
Mother Nature surrenders the street to mankind,
dismissing a masterpiece to the curb.

Staring out my window in the still of the night,
were my eyes the only two that saw?
A picture so perfect, so temporary.


About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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33 Responses to Snow

  1. Oh Paul. *feel good factor*

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  2. Lomax+Wood says:

    Imaginations that sometimes carrying us on a beautiful chariot. really nice imaginations. thanks for sharing such type of things.


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  3. Very nice. As a former upstate New York resident, snow in December = beautiful. Snow in March = enough already. Snow in May = seriously?

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  4. So peaceful; so beautiful. It’s sunny and 75 here. Thanks for painting a portrait of the quintessential February evening.

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  5. Snow is really, really beautiful. I recently witnessed my first snowfall ever in my life. It seemed like a wonderful miracle. So damn beautiful. 🙂
    Btw your first line of poem….wins!

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  6. rebbit7 says:

    Really liked this, Paul. It’s different from your previous poems, but a good kind of different. Less wordplay, and rather a flow of lines that seem to sway, back and forth like snow. The ending was just absolutely lovely. Well done.

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  7. Miriam says:

    What a lovely snowy picture you’ve painted. I felt like I was there.

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  8. Barb Knowles says:

    THIS one is your best yet. You didn’t just create a picture with words, you created a mood with words. “The painting will never dry; ruined in the morning.” My favorite line. So true.

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  9. Jess says:

    Holy smokes Paulo. This is definitely one of your best poems. A perfect way to welcome me back into the WordPress community.

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  10. anshurao says:

    Oh my god,this is so good!

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  11. LosiLosLoco says:

    Beautiful and visually captivating! Good work here! 🙂

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  12. Isabella Simons says:

    Amazing. I love snow. But unfortunately, where I live we don’t get much snow.. 😦

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