Why I Hate The Snow MAG

By Andrea M., Congers, NY

I HATE snow
It turns the sky ordinary gray
The gray of that too-tight sweater that I yanked over my face to keep me warm
When my face was gray from that fever I got from going outside on that day snow turned the sky gray.
Snow lies
It's white, scintillating sparkles give us a false impression of a clean untainted world
And when warmer weather rides in on the spring breeze the snow cowers and runs away down storm drains, exposing the dead grass and withered flowers that were once Easter egg pink.
Snow kills plans. Layer and layer and layer fall, burying roads and suffocating and chances of chilling I have with friends
In stuffy basements where we take the weight off our feet on itchy sofas
and take the weight off our hearts sharing secrets while waiting for something to come on TV.
So I sit here looking out.
Lazy clouds too tired to carry the burden of those mischievous flakes get ready to put the icing on the slice of mudpie I call Congers.





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i love this so much!

dek_man said...
on Feb. 19 2016 at 10:12 am
I love the snow, that is why I want to move somewhere that snows all the time when I get older. But your perspective on the snow gives a whole new meaning to me.

sami98 said...
on Feb. 19 2016 at 8:54 am
sami98,
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Snow is my favorite thing in the world, but the way you described it has given me a whole new perspective

on Feb. 23 2013 at 9:40 am
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

Though I abolutely LOVE snow and winter and rain, I also love the way you expressed yourself here. It is a very good poem. COngratulations on getting published! Totally deserved it.

Manisha said...
on Dec. 16 2011 at 2:23 pm
 l loved your poem, it totally sums it up on this first miserable day of snow in London!

on Dec. 12 2011 at 8:50 am
EmoCinderella PLATINUM, DeSoto, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Your juice is my juice!" "That's Hot!" "In a world full of peaches don't ask for applesauce"

Love It! Really Expresses How You Feel :)


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