|Day 13 of 31 at TWT!|
Are the windows smeary?
No! A whirling white whips across the world.
Flurries fall, dance, and dive.
A squeal: "Can we play in it?!?!"
Just a lacy layer,
fragile flakes settling gently.
"Can we stick out our tongues?!"
We clamber outside, mouths open wide.
in a silence so profound it seems to absorb sound.
The white world is somehow softer,
If your eyes follow a flake,
dizzying... yet peaceful.
Both fast and slow against the winter-gray sky.
Tongues are wiggling, ready.
"I got one!" small voices shriek.
Subtle spots of coldness spread into wet drops.
Giggles break the placid stillness.
Blue eyes crinkle as they meet mine,
flailing legs and arms squeeze in delight.
Giggles grow into chortles and cackles,
joy overpowers serenity.
Totally love this! You captured the softness, the peace, and the delight! Good for you letting them outside to capture snowflakes. I love the alliteration in your poem.ReplyDelete
I love the rhythm of this poem. It reads faster like the snow and the excitement. Then slower like big flakes. That fourth stanza is perfect!ReplyDelete
I love this poetic version of the snowy day. I can picture the girls catching snowflakes on their tongues.ReplyDelete