Afternoon snowstorm! Wind swirls glistening flurries across my pane. Street grunge disappears; trees and shrubs gather white skirts around. From warmth of my room I watch and enjoy. Nothing like the purity of fresh snow!
Afternoon snowstorm!
Wind buffets the car,
drives blinding snow
across my windshield;
icy ruts build up.
“Road conditions poor.
Exercise extreme caution.”
No kidding! I pray hard
gripping the steering wheel,
fearful of a fender-bender
ender to this dreary drive.
Image: Anna — Pixabay
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I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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2 thoughts on “Inside And Outside”
these poems feel completely different from each other — very cool. “Nothing like the purity
of fresh snow!” I agree.
My idea was to try a contrast or reverse verse. A form I’ve read about, but didn’t take the time to do the write up about it.
I usually love a fresh, clean snowfall — when I’m looking out at it. 😀
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these poems feel completely different from each other — very cool. “Nothing like the purity
of fresh snow!” I agree.
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My idea was to try a contrast or reverse verse. A form I’ve read about, but didn’t take the time to do the write up about it.
I usually love a fresh, clean snowfall — when I’m looking out at it. 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person