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Snowflakes are falling
each of unique design
some going straight down
but most floating sideways
on the gentle breeze
under cloudy-gray skies
hoping to defy gravity
for as long as possible
and enjoy the journey
back to the earth
from which new life
will eventually arise.

***

The rate of snowfall quickly increases
heavier, now, most fall straight down
‘til a breeze circles, again, from left to right
and nature transforms, momentarily.
Flakes change size and pattern of flight.

***

I sit, looking out the window; pen my
marvel at the accumulated whiteness.
As the speed of flakes’ descent accelerates,
my sun-yellow shovel waits, knowingly,
ready to dig out the day’s remainder.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around
accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both."
Forrest Gump

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darkhorse555
beautifully drawn piece angel
Mizzy4online today!
In Ireland we long for a white Christmas ...I'll read your poem on 25th and dream. Mick. angel
beautifulyou
I love snow, and I love your poem Joy!
snowglobe cold snowman snowglobe
trurorobonline today!
We all love the snow, it brings a softness to us.
Rob
hedistuffonline today!
'you gots one smart shovel lady.'...very nice, I can see you sitting there, your eyes drawn to view outside. best of luck with the coming weather episode Joy.....
Dejavu4u
Joy,

Your snow poem is making me look at the snow in a whole different way. Now, instead of hating it at times, I will remember your dear poem. Take care my friend and Merry Christmas! Peace, Pink. bouquet
sundayrose1
back to the earth
from which new life
will eventually arise.


Very beautiful write my dear Joy. I love the snow. Of course, I don't want to live in an area where it snows a lot but the occasional visit to where it falls and and spread its fluffy, beautiful whiteness and giving me that almost religiously angelic feeling, is such a wonder. A breaking to the monotony of the weather and so the beauty of enjoying all the different seasons.

But more so is the sign of washing away old stuff and gives birth to the renewal of everything when spring comes.

I love joy and thanks for the read..

Merry Christmas

SRbouquet bouquet gift gift teddybear teddybear
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