Snow - Poem by Jack Darkwood
Crystalized gray flakes
Drift in circular patterns
In the wind
Fall slowly and land
In piles in my driveway, lawn, and porch
The shovel scoops
Throws it carelessly
Into small heaps and bumps
Lining the sides of roads
Sidewalks are cleared by generous neighbors
Making paths for those
Who prefer to walk
Through the winter blizzard.
Schools are closed and kids are out
Packed up in heavy clothes
To play all day
Until their fingers turn purple
Then warm up with hot chocolate
By the fire.
Winter in the world.
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