Frozen rain drifts without care upon winds of change.
No moral, no decision, no consequence,
with this first snow caressing my lips I taste....
Bitterness. Emptiness. Cold. Death.
Buckle down and buckle in for this herald of
frozen storms!
Hark and hear me, though, when I say,
"There is a first, there is a last."
And I stare out into the white blanket I once loved
only longing for the curtain to clear.
Author notes
I don't really like snow and winter all that much.... Used the word prompt "First Snow"
A contest entry
- First Snow..yep it is here by Riftkin.
700 points, ended October 14, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How did I do?
Comments
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This was a wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it in my contest.
Riftkin
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Thanks.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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LOVE this! and i'm jealous of the snow...i just moved down south so it's still in the 80's lol
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oh god! You're making me jealous! lol. I hate being trapped here.... -.-
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