Free Verse Poem
Its dances down and lands on my cheek,
then melts into a small pond.
One after another, completely the same
cycle over and over. Eventually so many have
fallen they do not melt. The stick together,
until they turn into one big chunk. Soon
the sun shines with and excited glow.
The different streets melt down to lakes
flooding the streets.
I watch this all happen from my
window, where my face feels this whole process
also.
cool
ReplyDeleteA Denver snowstorm as poetry. Nice!
ReplyDeleteI like the image of streets melting into lakes. A lovely metaphor.
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