Upon the snow
Shines the sun
The crunch of feet
Day has begun
The tiny specks
Of birds feet line
The search for food
Beneath it hides.
The steady drip
From branches fall
Forming circles
In the call
Of cars to splutter
Men off to work
Windscreens scraped
Now pass the church.
That stands defiant
With whitened glow
As shop shutters rise
Shake free the snow
The hardy children
Make way to school
Snowball fights
And act the fool.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Snow, all weathers at the bus stop! lol.
And every season each year lol
This reminds me of what seemed only yesterday but has been over forty years now. A lovely write Norman a seasonal poem now the Northern Hemisphere is cooling toward winter. Well done my friend.
Thanks my friend, much appreciated
You are very welcome Norman
That’s probably why snow days are so coveted!
especially to kids
Norman, you've actually got me looking forward to the first snowfall! And that's saying something, considering how quickly I start complaining about winter once it arrives! 😂 A lovely read, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanks and much appreciation my friend
Beautifully described- easy to visualize
thanking you friend, much appreciated
Most welcome 👍
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