Poems for the Snow!

A couple of poems from my collection Moments in honor of the first snowfall in New York for the year. Christmas always seems better with a little snow on the ground!

Snowfall

Snow passes silently from sky to ground
No wind stirs this dark night;
The white blanket grows slowly
Undisturbed by man or beast
Visible only in the streetlights’ glow.
Stillness allows every bare branch,
Every parked auto, every rooftop,
Every blade of grass or evergreen bough
To gather a thin veneer of white
Subdued at the edges of the light pools,
Brilliant in the centers, foretelling
An even greater brilliance to come
With the rising of the winter Sun.
A soft blanket builds, contours
Taken by round curves between parts;
Branch to branch, one grass blade to another.
Gray transforming into white as the light builds
Muted contrast of white upper sides
With black undersides on trees,
Signs, wires, railings, and swings.
Softly, silently, the snow falls.
Setting up under low stage lights
For the brilliant morning scene
Under bright sun and clear sky.

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Snow Coming

Snow is coming,
Do you feel it?
Bones creak and ache
In the pre-dawn hour.

Snow is coming,
Do you see it?
Sky pink and purple;
Clouds cover the rising sun.

Snow is coming
Do you smell it?
Water, dust, and sulfur
On the light, cold, breeze.

Snow is coming
Do you touch it?
Soft, small and white
Floating down in silence.