Snow

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.

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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.

    by
    http://www.lomaxwood.co.uk/

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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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