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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

First snowfall


The crisp black against the white moon.
The silent night, the dead winds,
Stilled by the anticipation.
The bare branches, hang low.
A little golden glow
Of a dim street lamp spreads out like a halo.
The foggy streets, so empty and lonely.
A moment of smoke, as I dare to breathe,
Little vapors rise, and dance away.
Gently they come down, like a lullaby,
The fluffy little cotton balls,
The trees, those sentries of the wintery nights,
Greet them with their open arms,
Delighted by the embrace.
A soft but thick white blanket underneath my feet,
And I leave a trail behind.
And from a distant, a cart comes jingling.
Oh, and the driver sings a song.
Anticipation,
It has been for the winters here and gone.
Anticipation,
It is,
Of a first snowfall.

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  1. This made me think of Santa's Christmas Eve ride.. "And from a distant, a cart comes jingling. Oh, and the driver sings a song."

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    1. No deliberate attempt but Christmas spirit is all around so guess it must have reflected.

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  2. Lovely wintry images! Makes me excited for the holidays.

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    1. Thank you Annabelle. I am glad my words add to the holiday spirit.

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  3. You make that first snowfall sound so lovely and sweet.

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    1. Thank you so much Kelly. I did try to imagine all that should happen and put it in words.

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  4. Lovely poem. I love the first snowfall, especially when it's deep.

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    1. Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words.

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  5. Never seen snow fall! Must sound strange but yeah....we wait for rain falls so snowfalls are out of question her. Good poem, felt like I had a cotton ball stuck in my hair :-)

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    1. It never snows here either. The upper areas do get some snow but this place, none. Thank you for your kind words.

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  6. What a lovely poem, Ruby. Captures the anticipation of a first snow perfectly. (Although I do hate snow. Don't miss it. Not nostalgic. At all.)

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    1. Thank you Kymm. I figured out the snow dislike from your Trifecta comment. So your words make me doubly happy for both the post and the blog are heavily snow laden.

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  7. Great use of anticipation. I love the feeling of this.

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    1. Thank you Lumdog2012. I always look forward to hear from you.

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  8. Lovely poem. As a child, I lived where it snowed a few times each winter- and the first one was always exciting. It doesn't snow where we live, so we take the kids to see it every couple years :)

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    1. Thank you Janna. It does not snow where I live too. It is a good thing that you take your kids to experience snowfall. You are building them great memories.

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  9. This is such a lovely description of snow! I loved it from beginning to end.

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    1. Thank you Draug. I am happy to be hearing such kind words from you.

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  10. SO very lovely. I know my daughter is certainly anticipating the first snow fall. As am I, especially after this poem.

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    1. Thank you Lucy. I do hope you anticipation will live up to your expectations.

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