#firstsnow - Hello Poetry

The overnight fall Is framed through my bedroom window This morning I will wrap myself In the blanket Before tires, squirrels and bootprints Mar my pristine scene.

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Morning Blanket

The overnight fall Is framed through my bedroom window This morning I will wrap myself In the blanket Before tires, squirrels and bootprints Mar my pristine scene.

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First snowfall drifting down over fallen leaves covering the world outside my window in a blanket of white saying "Shhh... hush now. It's time for the Earth to rest." I'll keep her safe frozen in time until she can begin anew in Spring.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC

MegghanRae

Winter

First snowfall drifting down over fallen leaves covering the world outside my window in a blanket of white saying "Shhh... hush now. It's time for the Earth to rest." I'll keep her safe frozen in time until she can begin anew in Spring.

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The first snow is falling in Borimsa, a quiet temple at the foot of Gaji Mountain, as we stand near the two stone pagodas that silently standing side by side. "Oh, the first snow! And I'm here with you...," you said. I smile. Because I remember all you've said about the Korean saying... The first snow is falling in Borimsa, as the true love starts blooming in two hearts. Inside the temple, the Buddha's statue is waiting for two hearts to pray in quiet words, and send the love song through the gentle wind to the eternity. -Kanya Puspokusumo- http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com 1. Borimsa, one of the oldest Korean temples on Gaji mountain in Jangheung-gun, Jeollanam-do, South Korea (about 300 km from Seoul). The temple holds great significance as the first Zen buddhist temple during unified silla, built in the 9th century. 2. In Korea, there is a saying that if you are out in the first falling snow of the year with someone you like, then true love will blossom between you.

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Nov 25, 2017

Nov 25, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC

kanyadevi

THE FIRST SNOW

The first snow is falling in Borimsa, a quiet temple at the foot of Gaji Mountain, as we stand near the two stone pagodas that silently standing side by side. "Oh, the first snow! And I'm here with you...," you said. I smile. Because I remember all you've said about the Korean saying... The first snow is falling in Borimsa, as the true love starts blooming in two hearts. Inside the temple, the Buddha's statue is waiting for two hearts to pray in quiet words, and send the love song through the gentle wind to the eternity. -Kanya Puspokusumo- http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com 1. Borimsa, one of the oldest Korean temples on Gaji mountain in Jangheung-gun, Jeollanam-do, South Korea (about 300 km from Seoul). The temple holds great significance as the first Zen buddhist temple during unified silla, built in the 9th century. 2. In Korea, there is a saying that if you are out in the first falling snow of the year with someone you like, then true love will blossom between you.

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First snow is falling... melting on the wet road, flocking the grasses and crispy leaves. Smiling sweetly, my brother eats his last bite of warm corn pancakes. Local honey shines on the empty white plate.

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Nov 20, 2015

Nov 20, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC

FrancescaRegan

Simple Graces

First snow is falling... melting on the wet road, flocking the grasses and crispy leaves. Smiling sweetly, my brother eats his last bite of warm corn pancakes. Local honey shines on the empty white plate.

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The tiny flurries Glide, shimmy down from the sky, Their snowy bodies intertwining, Rhythmically conjoining into a wintery waltz, One two three Together they step, Sweeping against the buildings and the trees, Resting their feet at last As they gracefully come to a halt Atop the pavement. The first snow of the season Blows its frosty breath against My nose, The wind catching my hair, Whipping it against my scarf. The cold feels Jagged against my exposed face And fingertips, My lips splitting open from the air's Bitterness. I stop the snowflakes' strides short As they get stuck to my coat, My hat, My long black lashes. Winter is upon me.

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC

megb42290

Snowvember

The tiny flurries Glide, shimmy down from the sky, Their snowy bodies intertwining, Rhythmically conjoining into a wintery waltz, One two three Together they step, Sweeping against the buildings and the trees, Resting their feet at last As they gracefully come to a halt Atop the pavement. The first snow of the season Blows its frosty breath against My nose, The wind catching my hair, Whipping it against my scarf. The cold feels Jagged against my exposed face And fingertips, My lips splitting open from the air's Bitterness. I stop the snowflakes' strides short As they get stuck to my coat, My hat, My long black lashes. Winter is upon me.

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