Poem: 3 February 2011 Posted by parkerisspiderman on February 03, 2012 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps There are moments when each sensation seems to hit me so hard the breeze in my hair cold air on my skin rush of wind in my ear the light and shadows colors of the mountains I feel good about the life I live Comments The WizzardFebruary 4, 2012 at 11:46 AMThe snow ever fallingA throng of white dotsMy footsteps are crunchyIt's icy in spotsIt's coming down fasterobscuring the landand oceanless beachfull of frozen white sandThe soft ever-presentmelodious soundof millions of flakessoftly kissing the groundso gently it drowns outthe everyday noiseof tvs, computers,electronic toys,and all of the louddaily joys we pursuebelieving there isn't muchbetter to doThe snow and the windand the clouds and the sundon't care if we heed themThey just carry onThe snow bids farewellto the sky as it dropsThe snow ever falling.At least til it stopsReplyDeleteRepliesReplyThe WizzardFebruary 4, 2012 at 11:48 AMTYPO: "An oceanless beach", not "and".ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment
The snow ever falling
ReplyDeleteA throng of white dots
My footsteps are crunchy
It's icy in spots
It's coming down faster
obscuring the land
and oceanless beach
full of frozen white sand
The soft ever-present
melodious sound
of millions of flakes
softly kissing the ground
so gently it drowns out
the everyday noise
of tvs, computers,
electronic toys,
and all of the loud
daily joys we pursue
believing there isn't much
better to do
The snow and the wind
and the clouds and the sun
don't care if we heed them
They just carry on
The snow bids farewell
to the sky as it drops
The snow ever falling.
At least til it stops
TYPO: "An oceanless beach", not "and".
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