Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Impromptu

amused
by my muse
never having
even seen
snow

she saw 
in photos 
but never 
having ever
felt feeling

deprived of 
one of life's 
wonders her 
starving mind
wanders

i tell her facts 
about flakes
never having
ever one 
the same

then throwing 
snow soft 
to shape
but hard 
to take

shaping men
and women
people in
frozen
memories

but i've 
said too much
no sense of touch
all this knowledge
falling in flurries

but my muse has
a bucket list 
snow drifts
across her
paper

she starts
waving her arms
wanting more words
for me to extend knowledge
for her lexicon of snow blizzardly blur

with her feet on the ground not able to
fly knowing not now how strange
to explain to her that she
has opened wings
of a snow

angel

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 11, 2019 at 9:30 AM Oh I love this one Jeff! A fave! (that with 40cm of snow on the menu;) xomo Jeff Connelly February 11, 2019 at 9:34 AM Thank you Maureen, my one and only reader; other then my muse. She gets to read them first. Then I post them.