Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
The snow is thawing on the field
its white perfection turning brown
as mud and sleet become congealed.
The snow is thawing on the field
and ochre footsteps are revealed
from Milley’s paw pads pressing down.
The snow is thawing on the field
its white perfection turning brown
A little triolette on walking our dog, Miley, in an unexpected early (autumn) snow as it begins to thaw.
I've allowed myself a deviation from the meter in line 6 for the sake of alliteration
Written by
Gerry Sykes  66/M
(66/M)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems