White
on a steel cold night
came a bright white
covering all around
a triumph over sound
sharp edges depart
woolly ways start
crunch when we walk
steam when we talk
a chubby robin looks
a child drops her books
sun slowly climbs
opening her blinds
rosy faces cheer
this time of year
hearts full of song
it won’t last long
©Christopher Lloyd
Sounds almost like a Christmas Carol. Maybe a January Carol. A lovely seasonal piece.
ReplyDeleteWalking in a real life winter wonderland to sharp and clever rhythm. Cool poem, Chris. Very cool!
ReplyDeleteReally good, another piece that puts some fab pictures into my mind. :)
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