This Snow

This is more an observation than a poem, but, as people say, it is what it is. And yes, it’s snowing.

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This Snow

I’m fond of this snow –
more like ice, really;
slivers of broken glass
scrape the windows
or, maybe, cat claws,
kittens that want
to curl inside.

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One thought on “This Snow

  1. You know, you’re right. I CAN sound just like a kitten’s claws scraping the window. And that picture is beautiful. I love it when you wake up in the morning and it’s the foggy ice that coats everything. It’s always so surreal….

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