Tuesday, November 13, 2018

As First Snow Falls...

  • Write a quiet poem. Or…
  • Write a loud poem.


in the plush hush
of star-brushed morn
a blue jay calls

prelude to joyous noise
of girls and boys 
as first snow falls

Janet Martin


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2 comments:

  1. TrishWritesNovember 18, 2018 at 12:16 PM

    I can feel the quiet beauty in this

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    1. Janet MartinNovember 19, 2018 at 7:34 AM

      from fall to winter in a day! The day before this poem i spent it cleaning leaves out of gutters, raking the yard and reveling in the trailing train of autumn. We woke to white!it felt extra quiet!

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