Tom Harding

First Snow

The world has put itself to sleep
under new sheets
and for awhile we can allow ourselves
to forget a few things,
the bright plans of a new year
flown over the roofs
to somewhere south
that welcomes forgetfulness,
leaving only these sparrows
in the bare trees of your expression-
a cupboard of essentials to see out the year.
Enough for this plain soup
to enjoy at a darkened window
watching the snow fall.
The scattered leaves of the yard
the torn out pages of a calendar
being covered over now.

Topic(s) of this poem: snow, time, winter

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2018

Form: Blank Verse


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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (3/1/2018 11:53:00 PM)

    The scattered leaves of the yard
    the torn out pages of a calendar
    being covered over now.
    What a great imaginative write.
    Lovely.
    10+++

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