We've had a snow day and an early dismissal in the last week due to "snow." I quote snow because as someone who grew up outside of Rochester, NY and lived, worked and went to grad school in Buffalo, I do know a bit about snow. This stuff in Virginia ain't it!
In celebration of seeing a bit of the white stuff, my son and I have been reading books about the science of snow--how it forms, it's shapes, symmetry, etc. I'm focused on hexagons and the number six. If I were insanely creative, I'd invent a poetry form related to snow crystals, but alas, I've tried and come up with nothing. So instead, let's write about snow.
Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results in time for Poetry Friday.
(You can see more snowflake images like the one above at SnowCrystals.com.)
Snowflakes
ReplyDeleteWhen snowflakes fall—
so soft,
so white—
I cup my hands
like bowls
of rice
to catch
these lacy
stars
of ice.
But when the sky—
so cold,
so bright—
turns out its
snowy
winter light,
I climb
in bed
to dream
all night.
(c) jgk, 2006
Snowflakes
ReplyDeleteWhen snowflakes fall—
so soft,
so white—
I cup my hands
like bowls
of rice
to catch
these lacy
stars
of ice.
But when the sky—
so cold,
so bright—
turns out its
snowy
winter light,
I climb
in bed
to dream
all night.
(c) jgk, 2006
Snow
ReplyDeleteSnow blows brightly
down the still street
in the dark.
Snow touches whitely
bare branches
with black bark.
Snow glows slightly
in the backyard
at dawn.
Snow falls lightly
but lays heavy
on the lawn.
--Kate Coombs, 2013
all rights reserved
damp woodlands in thaw;
ReplyDeleteapple cinnamon pancakes
dusted with sugar
FLAKES FLUTTER
ReplyDeleteFlakes
flut
ter
from downy sky
tiny
dancers
pirouetting
in layers of
glistening
snow
white
tulle
twisting
swirling
dip
ping
twirling
before
whispering
their
final
bow.
© Carol Weis, all rights reserved
Looking at it now, wish I'd switched swirling and twirling.
DeleteI couldn't figure out which one to use so I'm posting all three. Is there a favorite any of you?
ReplyDeleteOne is Free Verse
Two is Cinquain
Three is Haiku.
SNOWFLAKE
Six liquid stands
Unified in brotherhood
Drift down to visit.
Their short life
Disintegrates
in my palm,
Goodbye friend.
SNOWFLAKE #2
Six
Liquid strands drift
Down to visit, their life
Disintegrates in my palm, good-
bye friend.
SNOWFLAKE #3
Six liquid strands land,
Disintegrate in my palm,
Goodbye frozen friend.
(C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
I like the cinquain, Charles!
DeleteI wrote this last January
ReplyDeleteWeather Deniers
How can you deny the change
when January has become
the very Florida of the year?
Thermometers perspire,
inspire walkers, who stride
across missing snowbanks,
arms bare.
Are you unaware
that this is no ordinary thaw?
There’s a flaw in your thinking.
Mud and bud before March.
Even the daffs are threatening,
raising their green shafts
like swords, and squirrels
digging up their buried nuts.
©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved