S - Snow
First snow’s beauty
Wanes the second day
When unsullied smooth
And virgin white
Give way to muddied sludge
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Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
to be not a barnacle
walking away down the dock I notice the barnacles clinging to the piles at low tide https://pxhere.com/en/photo/917607 that’s their life clinging sending out little flowery legs to eat what floats by never moving dependent on the tide the whims of storm and baking sun I won't be a barnacle stuck on a dock accepting your lot as my life so I’m walking away ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved Walking Away – Weekly Scribblings #40 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
Hmm, the beauty of the snow! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful. When I lived where it snowed a lot though eventually I stopped thinking that! I just got tired of it.
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