The first snow feels special,
it’s a magical time where excitement
brews and coziness is everywhere.
Snowflakes fall heavily.
Dainty things that are
unique.
Darkness sets early by four
in the afternoon, covering the whiteness
in black. Fresh snow with no footprints,
seems as though the planet is empty of
life.
The quietness almost too loud,
thoughts are clearer than before
the only sound for miles. One crow flies
overhead as if it is the last one
standing.
About the Creator
Fiona Howell
I am Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and a writer hailing from New Hampshire, US. I have two books out on Amazon: The Locked Box and Blackwood. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.
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Comments (1)
Your imageries were so vivid! Loved your wonderful poem!