Virgin Snow Poem by Francie Lynch

Virgin Snow



This winter's first snow came tonight,
And it falls like moon feathers,
No wind to sharpen the edges,
A snow-globe pillow-fight,
Streetlights smudged,
Rockwell houses, tundra streets.
Known as the virgin snow,
No squirrel or footprints
On my porch steps;
I need re-fill my gas can.
I'll give it twenty more minutes.

Saturday, December 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle,snow,weather,winter
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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