First Winter Poem This Winter
The last of first snow’s flakes are falling down.
Lush, rich heaps sparkle opal gems as crown.
Such creamy drifts of bright schemes beam with glee.
Fresh, pure, blank slates of possibilities
Sway silver-lit and gold cloud faces free.
I long to open my front door and play,
but I am stilled by my own feet to stay;
the fun I may now have in snow frolic
versus ruined pure white, so hypnotic.
Thoughts turn to men with spades and city plows.
I determine my play be brisk and now.
In time, icicles may drip bleak onyx
And man’s snow-ways turn me melancholic,
but today, I shall with this snow rollick.
... CayCay Jennings
December 3, 2016
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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