Where's the Snow?
A poem about the lack of snow in Upstate New York today.
By Madison NewtonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I sit by the window and think
of the white powder in which my feet used to sink.
My boots longingly remember
the beautiful wintery Decembers
that passed by before I could blink.
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Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Nicely elegiac and wistful. I wish it made me miss the snow, but we're having lake effect squalls today and the stuff has come back to Southern Ontario with a vengeance. At least the wind keeps sweeping it off the driveway so I don't have to fire up Blowy McBlowface (the snowblower)!