The griffin outside my balcony
rumbled and shook
flipping Kansas City
upside down and back.
Giant flakes descended
like softest down -
coating the plaza below
with a mantel of frosted white.
Watch out; hold on tight -
The griffin squints again and
soon he'll tilt and overturn
the city's frosted dome -
releasing swirling blizzards
of giant fairy crystals.
February, 2008
Snow is a miracle. Each flake that falls is as unique as a poem thought. A very beautiful poem. I love your snow globe metaphor. Warm regards, Sandra
What a tantalizing description of your fairytale snow storm. The Griffin (one of my favorite Wonderland characters) and the snow dome (a fond childhood remembrance too) sing sweetly together in this sparkling winter poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lived in Kansas most of my life, and KC is so familiar, love your placement, your wonderment, the plaza is beautiful with all its lights at Christmas time. Thanks for a little flash of memory.