Flurry
I am amazed to be amazed again
by falling snow. I thought that I had lost
the cleansing power of delight. But here
it is- exhilarating joy that falls
across me as I watch the snowflakes fall.
If I had slept a little longer, I
would not have seen this rarity at all.
The glaze on windshields, paving, and the trees
would be but rain or drizzle in my mind
and not the white phenomenon I watch.
by falling snow. I thought that I had lost
the cleansing power of delight. But here
it is- exhilarating joy that falls
across me as I watch the snowflakes fall.
If I had slept a little longer, I
would not have seen this rarity at all.
The glaze on windshields, paving, and the trees
would be but rain or drizzle in my mind
and not the white phenomenon I watch.
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Author's Note
Watching snow fall has always quietly thrilled me
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"cleansing power of delight" -- This poem, as well!
Thank you, Matt.
A reinvigorating poem, Gary.
Thank you, Erika.
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Love it: "I am amazed to be amazed again." And was, Gary, by your nicely wrought falling snowflakes.
Thank you, Ed.
"cleansing power of delight." **
Thank you, Rachna.
*, Gary. That we can be thrilled by its repetitive acts is one of nature's blessings.
I like your snow poems, Gary. Whenever it snows here, I always think of your line, "a small snow, a small snack"
Thank you, David.
Thank you, Kitty
Thank God for flurries. *
Thank you, Beate.
A new way of seeing snow. Just when you think there couldn't be another....
Thank you, Dianne.