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Falling gently
Softly
Ever so slowly
I see you
I feel your pain
My mother complains
Of your presence
We shovel you
Into heaping black piles
Full of dirt
Unworthy dirt
Not worthy to shine your shoes
Tossed to the side by plows
An irritation
A safety hazard
You close schools
I love you
Snow
The way you frost my window
Subtly
A little sticking around the edges
Love the way
You tickle my cheeks pink
The chill in the air
Brought by you, of course
It sells
Coats that would never sell
In Florida
Isn’t that
A good thing?
I place a spoon under my pillow
In the middle of
July
Hoping
To see you fall
Gently
Softly
Ever so slowly
Into delicate piles
A meter high
I don’t care what others say
About you
Precious snow
But I know
Your chill
Your safety hazards
Your way of working into the tires of cars
And making them
Slip
And
Slide
Doesn’t matter
Your brother
Rain
Flashy, popular
Loved
Doesn’t match you
Nothing does
And nothing
Ever will




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ohheyyyelli said...
Jul. 31, 2011 at 11:49 am:
It sounds like the snow is a metaphor for something else, &though i'm not sure what, I like that. Nice flow & imagery. Great writing[:
 
Laura_Oliver replied...
Jul. 31, 2011 at 6:35 pm :
I guess you're right but it has nothing to do with romance.
 
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