Snowflakes glittering on my
Transparent windowsill.
They land in my windowbox
Leaving a small snow hill.
The snow turns to rain
The drops slowly occur
Crystals are plain
The rain leaves a blurr.
The weather likes to
Leave a purifying kiss.
All that I see
Is a natural bliss.
Author notes
I wrote this a few weeks ago for a class I'm taking on allpoetry and someone requested I post it. It turned out better than I thought it would!
I'll get the real date I wrote it up in a minute or so.
~Pandy
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was pretty brilliant, I must say.
I've tried to take so many classes on here and on a sad note, none of 'em worked for me.
I'm glad that you're kicking butt, though. It sure looks like it.
The imagery was perfect. I could see it all in my head, and it reminds me of cool Minnesota winters that I love each year
&& I think the title fits the poem perfectly.
Awesomeness.
Sincerely,
dovey ~
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