Sean Scribbles
Sean Scribbles
Apr 20, 2016

The kind of flakes which catch your eyelashes and make you blink.
Obnoxious yet beautiful things.
The dragonflies of a December night on an April day.
Yet as close as we are now to May,
There's no delight in dragonflies of frosted ice.
You catch my eye,
And land upon my windshield just to be scraped away.
Goodbye spring day,
Let us welcome back the winters bite of a dragonfly,
Which flew away.


#snow   #fly   #dragon   #scribbles   #sean   #flakes  
Trevon Haywood
Trevon Haywood
Oct 28, 2016

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 10/28/2016.

Miss E R
Miss E R
May 21, 2014

Pearl flakes, delicate shards scatter,
shatter. Woven silently, heavily softly, slowly, wafting. Swirling into sparkling sundials.

#sun   #shatter   #nature   #ice   #winter   #cold   #weather   #delicate   #shards   #pearl   #flakes   #sparkling   #scatter   #snowl  
Dark Jewel
Dark Jewel
May 3, 2014

The wonderland of snow,
So bright and shining.
Tis more beautiful,
Than the green.

Ice flakes fall,
From the grey sky.
Purifying the ground.
Of Ice.

Winter Wonderland,
So beautiful and unyielding.
Tis so bright.
For the gorgeous eye,
To seek.

#ice   #winter   #wonderland   #snow   #bright   #shining   #snowflakes   #flakes  
Mar 23, 2012

bathed in a salmon glow
only the trees saw us

(c) Brooke Otto
a snow flake that so sharp it can be killing
lina S
lina S
Apr 13, 2015

Ice cold
Rare like gold
Beautiful . . .

Iced water dripping

Don't let your tears flood

you're iced water that's dripping

a snow flake that so sharp it can be killing

snow flakes
snow flakes
snow flakes

you won't let the tears flood

iced water dripping

so sharp it could be killing

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