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Thursday, January 4, 2018

Southern snow storm

A beautiful blanket of white
Is creating a wonderful sight
It's pretty as pretty can be
This sprinkling of snow I can see

Though the morning's waking right now
The world is keeping silent somehow
For the commuters that normally run
Aren't ready to get out in the sun

Not even an inchlet of snow
And the people are refusing to go
For the rule of the south you can see
Is it's a blizzard if you want it to be..

Just like a dash of dustyness around
And the neighborhood is lifeless, without sound
For somehow the presence of snow
Is making  the anxious to work ,,more slow

1 comment:

  1. Greetings Joy. I enjoyed reading your poetic-piece on snow, and how it is picturesque. Well done. You expressed some good imagery, which I liked. The piece flowed and has good rhymes. Blessings to you.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


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