Friday, January 7, 2011

Poem: Waiting for Snow


Waiting for Snow.

Outside it is gray. Old snow lies on the ground,
faded white, reflecting the sparse light
from the afternoon sun.

Inside, you sit at your desk,
waiting for the snow, that fresh brightness
that so unexpectedly

falls from dark skies.

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The picture was taken in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

6 comments:

Derrick said...

Certainly nothing nicer than fresh snow, especially if one looks at it from the comfort of indoors!

Tess Kincaid said...

I adore snow.

ev said...

nice one.:)

a blessed new year!

Lita said...

There is a nice anticipation of waiting for snow when one is ready for it. Spotting the first flake and thinking "here it comes!" is somehow a settled comfort. (Does that make sense?)I confess I don't like snow, but I like the beginning of it...

The lady in Red said...

Dear Tom, well, I never touch snow....lol....just saw on TV, in Brazil we just have snow in July or August in our winter in the south of Brazil. Anyway, the changing of a season is an expectation..
Best wishes,
Rosana

rallentanda said...

As Derrick is leaving the blogoshpere, you might like to leave a message on the post
"Farewell Derrick" at my blog
Cheers
Rallentanda