#sleet
Your tears strike
the frozen sleet below.
I shuffle to pick them up
because diamonds
are irrefutably too precious
to be wasted away
on such an ungrateful surface.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
i hate the feeling of sleet assaulting my skin because its sting feels so much like a strike from your hands.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
It happens every year
Seasons are shifting and allowing in the changes
Skies will become confused with new shapes and formations
Water will drift in and out with unique forms of moisture
Snow, sleet, hail, rain
Wonderous winter scenes will become extreme masterpieces
Skies will be purified and cleansed
Scenes to be remembered and cherished
Brian Hill - 2019 # 299
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Rain can be as beautiful as it can be dangerous.
While sun is warm and bright on the surface.
Hail is loud and hectic and much
As wind can be fast and hurt from its touch
Fog is mysterious
A tornado is serious
Cyclones will swirl
Hurricanes will whirl
Snow is gorgeous in all different ways...
But sleet is heavy and melted; with a sadness that stays
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
sleet is quiet and
quietly falls
wet sleet quiet
swimming and falling silently
wet great snow is quiet
quietly rushes and dies
day after day and night after night
again and again and light
06.11.18
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
The fall of colours
Every fallen leaf ablaze
Harvest mixed with sleet
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
In a second story room
a gas fire goes out
as a refrigerator compressor kicks on
even the middle of nowhere is noisy
The panel board walls relax as the room cools
like an asthmatic that can finally breath again
Snow and sleet pelt the
windows and deck
I write this with greasy hair
and a band t-shirt
Thank you for today
sometimes a poem
pays more than a
day of work anyway
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC