Snowstorm

A white out A snow bomb Homes snow blanketed Whited sepulchres Cars abandoned Stuck in snowdrifts An arm sticking stiffly out Above its embedded body Deep in its shroud of snow The wind howling and keening The banshee's delight in its kill With the thaw will come the count

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Beata Agustin

Date: 8/16/2023 3:38:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Denis Bruce
Date: 4/5/2024 9:52:00 AM

Beata by name and beata by nature