Pearl Colette


January Morning - Poem by Pearl Colette

I observed
By the window
An old hard wooden chair

Looking out

White oblivion
Falling flagging failing
Spiralling cartwheeling dizzily falling

each snowflake is unique You whispered with reverence as if letting me in on a secret
if you listen carefully you can hear each fall from the clouds rubbed against the sky
I heard nothing

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, January 18, 2013


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