Waking In a Snow Globe
The wild wind tipped the world
upside down while I was sleeping.
Now, snow catches in tree-caught gusts of air
that blow small birds off course
and set the wind chimes swinging.
High above the spinning white,
the sun is prying the clouds apart,
loosing snowy feathers from the downy puffs,
until the air itself is made of silver and gold.
Winter Day
Snow is falling all around,
it swirls and eddies to the ground,
it makes a kind of whispery sound,
as is comes tumbling down.
4 comments:
I particularly liked the first poem. Many lines so visual and original: I loved the combination of the wind
"that blows small birds off course
and sets the wind chimes swinging."
And I loved the sun "prying the clouds apart."
Certainly fits our weather here!!
Elizabeth picked up on ‘he sun prying the clouds apart’
That was my favourite line too.
I wish I could do what you can do. I am reasonably happy with my prose (when I make an effort) but poetry, which I love dearly, is simply beyond me.
Love the title! Love the vivid imagery - "small birdf off course" - don't we all feel that way sometimes?
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