#snowfall
Gathered in a dark night,
Because there lies fantasy of the final judge, my beloved servant,
The skyline set before a calm sunset is a clear memory, stained.
Like flowers, we rise and fall through life's misery.
Dream on- I love you, my dear servant, cling on to my wings,
For a world we see is true, what we manifest, is simply true devilry,
What I'll build you is a castle of crystal starlight.
Ready the flames of misery, slice through fate and shape the world,
My devil's angel, lean on to me, be by my side,
Ah, take hold of me and fly with me, through this spring dream,
Ah, believe our dream and don't let go; and I tie our fates,
Ah, the answer sought by this world's end is but a mystical square,
Ah, cascade through this thrilling, lingering, sweet darkness,
I will fill it with falling stars; like the snowfall to make it brighter,
Forgotten by heaven and hell, a kingdom forms in pandemonium,
Voving affection, does not only lead us to light, but will save all,
Take my hand, for the love of light is for all to bear.
~ Umi
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
The griffin outside my balcony
squinted and shook
flipping Kansas City
upside down and back.
Giant flakes descended
like softest down -
coating the plaza below
with a mantel of frosted white.
The griffin is squinting once more.
Watch out; hold on tight!
Here we go again
whirling about in a cyclonic flurry
of magic fairy crystals.
August, 2010
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
What is this? Mom, quickly, please tell me!
It's fluffy, and falling from heaven!
Reminds me of insects or petals
but sparkles like little white crystals –
so bright and incredibly pretty.
I have to now, instantly, get it!
What is this thing? I simply must know!
Mom! Dad!
"Honey,"
"Dear, this is just snow."
Snow!
So cold was today, gloomy and grey
that none of my friends wanted to play.
Now it's all fluffy, snowy outside—
there's no way I'm staying inside!
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
surrounded by the light of a thousand snowflakes,
dancing and spinning in the winter sun,
I forget the cold.
their beauty brings me warmth,
and I smile as a snowflake lands on my hand.
I stare at it.
we're just two pieces of the universe.
but as it melts, I remember the cold.
Dec 21, 2022
Dec 21, 2022 at 5:13 PM UTC
Twinkling stars fall from the night sky
and gently descend to the earth-
Like a dew drop kissing a blade of grass,
the glittery white star nestles herself amongst the others-
The stars sugar coat the vast green space
and eliminate color from below.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
When it snows,
the airy white petals falls on the alps
and rests.
The mountains wear the white cloak with pride,
as the gift from the high above
and I enjoy the majestic morning view of the creator from my humble abode.
Bina Mukherjee
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Pink snow falling soft
A stroll in cherry blossoms
My soul rejoices
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
Thick and quiet – the snowfall around us;
easy silence; we walk through the forest.
There’s no need for small talk or stories –
we have lived through them all, to be honest.
Cold is creeping inside and I shiver,
I’m a wreak as we stop by the river.
Chill is only a part of the worry –
deep inside, for you feelings I’ve buried.
Always kind, you have noticed me get cold;
of my palms you have taken a strong hold.
Your breath warms my shaking frostbitten hands
but it is my heart that hopelessly melts.
Here, in place, I stand totally frozen.
You are close, but I want to be closer.
Would you let my mouth steal, savour this breath,
my arms hold you right here, in an embrace?
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
There is a girl
on a bench in the park
at the edge of the town.
She is young.
Little ringlets of copper brown
frame her delicate face.
Wide eyes of the purest sky blue
scan the trees.
She is looking for something.
She stands up
and straightens her skirt.
Her legs shiver,
and her socks grow heavy with water.
Nobody is around to question her,
about why she's out in the snowstorm.
She wouldn't answer anyway;
she's too focused.
She is looking for something.
Cautious steps now.
The ground is slippery with ice.
Her boots do not hold
because they are too worn from walking.
Finally she reaches it,
the edge of the sidewalk.
She peers intently into the grove.
Her blue eyes narrow.
She is looking for something.
All is silent,
except for the flurries of snow.
Before long there is a blanket on the ground.
It is thick powdery snow.
It collects in her boots and on her scarf,
and she shudders as the ice
presses against her porcelain skin.
But she is silent, focused.
She is looking for something.
After a moment,
she steps back and sighs.
There is a slight smile on her lips.
Her nose is red and drippy with cold.
Still, she is silent,
though not by choice.
She has no one to talk with.
It's barren.
She has found what she was looking for.
What it was I can't say.
Either I don't know,
or it's not my place,
or you could ask her yourself.
But there is a girl
on a bench in the park
at the edge of town,
and she is happy.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
Imprisoned in ice
Winter's eternal snowfall
In hallowed esteem
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 12:29 AM UTC
I wanna disappear as if I were
snowfall touching skin
gracefully falling
pushed by the winds
I wanna love as if I were
snowfall with such gentle beauty
I would be cherished
but no one would know me
I wonder if they are tears
from a woman grieving
quietly up top the clouds
I pity her, I do, but I care not for her feelings
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
I look at you .. your countenance and demeneour .. how one eyes follows the other and curls of your hair address this courtship unknowingly .. and at a gaze when all at once, my eyes brush off your glance, . hiding in plain sight, what our gentle nudges couldn't hide ..
You do not say .. in fear and worry for what might, I do not ask .. illusions of my habits overcomes.. and yet, we nurture that infinitesimally small fire .. hoping meekly in our hearts .. that something or some force would cater to our reconciliation .. but it never does.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
The winter worn man
And the Star kissed girl
She rained her crystalline pearls, like feathered petals from another world, and the winter worn man felt cold in his hand, and warm in his heart as she danced the heavens under clouded dark.
From above on angel slides, lights of heavens cutting wide, he would rather stay in the shadow today. Watch her dance and sway and play, And pray to god for light on another day. When stars don’t descend on weightless air, and get trapped in her Star kissed hair.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
The cold flakes hit my face
Reminding me of my lasting days
For just like the snow, I too am just a simple spec
Falling down a winding path
What will happen to that spec?
Will a dog jump up and grab a snack?
Or perhaps it will simply fall down a beaten path
Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect
And yet the flakes continues down in a graceful dance
even as it descends,
Closer and closer to that all-consuming ground
Because even though all snow will fall
It’s a miracle that it was airborne at all.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Sleepless nights when I was young,
fond times - I reminisce;
though many I cannot recall,
there is one I truly miss:
Midnight mass at the cathedral,
the echo of sung hymns;
growing restless in the pew,
as the candles all burned dim.
Still of the night - heavy silence,
white flake now falling swift;
plumes of smoke from chimneys,
and in windows stood trees lit.
Waiting in suspense - so eager,
in my bed under the sheets;
hearing the howl of a winter's gale
blustering against the eaves.
Old Saint Nick would soon arrive,
with his sleigh and sack of gifts;
bringing joy to all boys and girls,
and crossing names off His list.
But now I have aged and withered,
and so Christmas has lost its glow;
on its Eve I still remain awake,
and watch the falling snow.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
I came at first to feel some dread
When eagle wings rushed near my head
His haste forced him to drop his prey
Then move to branches overhead
I thought for sure he’d come my way
To find the prey he’d dropped that day
But no bird came, the prey was lost
And left for game to haul away
The next day came a heavy frost
The shallow creek could now be crossed
The snow clouds pushed their blackness in
Some broken trees an added cost
When snowfall starts and calm begins
I hear some chatter on the wind
An eagle family settling in
An eagle family settling in
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
I want to be your scarf,
So soft and mohair,
To warm you in snowfalls
And even in rainy autumn.
I will embrace your neck
Like a mother cradles her child.
I’ll save the warmth for you.
Put on the scarf, be so kind.
I want to be your scarf.
Oh, don’t wear scarfs? Well now,
If I can’t softly warm you,
I’ll be your skin somehow.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
I woke to a soft morning light
filtered through my pink curtains
and the neighbor’s heater vibrating in my ear
And through my window
saw snowflakes carefree dancing
in a radiant and romantic rapeseed field
Warmed by the scent of brewing coffee
and lovely thoughts of you
This magical sea of yellow
adorned by tiny lacy flurries
Let me forget the freezings that I’ve felt
and the dimness that I’ve seen
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
The hope of
an early spring
was disappointed by
the quiet snowfall
last night.
I stand this morning
surrounded by
the peeping and chirping
of happy and hopeful
songbirds.
I hear the breath
of the earth, and I know
you're telling me
everything will be
just fine.
I will not quit.
I will not give up hope
for I know
even in
these cloudy skies,
even in
these lasting nights,
even in
this brumal moment,
you are here
so I will not give up.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Snowy ground
Lies untouched
Perfectly perfect
Made for us
Out the widow
Snow falls
Fire burning
Widows fog
Red nosed
In the house
Rosy cheeks
On the couch
Curled up
In a sweater
“How are you?”
“Never better,”
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
I woke up to the falling snow
it is gentle and quiet
as if it holds the breath of the world
hostage with heavy silence
twirling and swaying, so
trance-like in the dance
unsure of whether to
rest crystal droplets upon
the branches or
to settle and expand into a sea
of glistening winter white—
reflecting ribbons of early light that
crash through the pale branches
of the still sleeping trees
in the distance
I can see the sparkle of
their halos standing out against
a wisp of clouds.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
He's like the first snowfall
in the beginning of winter.
After the heat and craze
of a stressful summer,
he shows up to cool you down
and is so lovely, but funny too.
He'll cheer you up,
even if it means throwing a snowball at you!
While blizzards sometimes occur,
he always goes back to that softness.
The softness that looks so perfect and simple.
The same way it looked
after the first snow fall.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
I took a walk outside
by the river
And looked up at the sky to find
Little flakes of snow falling
as I shivered
The air was cold
and bitter
But the lack of wind made it
simpler --
I no longer fear the winter.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
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(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLIII)
Yes, I woke after one, as if t'avail
Myself of sleep ere tucking up has sense,
To find that notion snowplows were fr'intents
Upon the prowl in grinding form to scale
Long ere a Friday evning was past bail
Quite true, as snow filled that lone light's beams thence
With whiter mists, a blanket none could hence
Pierce on the blacker world in sheer betrayl.
If rolling phrases 'cross one's tongue in tour
Is grand, choice words the key 'fore their debut
On lo, this wrinkled notebook page, what were
They as I slipped into my nightie? To
Effect: "snow AFTER midnight--". None too poor,
I spose. And how winds craft dunes 'cross the view.
19Jan19a
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC