I originally wrote this poem early this year as a challenge from poet Joyce Sidman on writer/blogger Michelle H. Barnes’ blog. Since we’re only a week away from Christmas with still no snow in the forecast, I thought I’d share it today!
What The Snow Clouds Know
What’s born above will soon be gone
to comfort what it falls upon.
Beauty blooms before the dawn.
This the snow clouds know.
Limbs are weak; snow is strong.
Days are short; nights are long.
Coyote sings a lonesome song;
this the snow clouds know.
– © 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
Looking for more poetry? Please visit my fellow New Hampshire-ite Diane Mayr at Random Noodling for today’s complete Poetry Friday roundup!