All my life I have celebrated Snow! I revel in it! I wrote this years ago as a love poem to Snow


Snow came last night to rest on her way to colder places.
I woke to her, smiling.
An old lover.
We spent the day in wondering silence.
Two old friends in two old chairs.
Hands touching.
I recalled my tears at her painful diamond brilliance.
How she salted my coal black hair during our lovers walks.
She sighs.
Caresses my face.
The tears return.
My hair is gone but her brilliance remains.
Gently, she kisses my cheek.
With a careless wave and a backward glance
She leaves with a promise of return

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-16 at 12:01

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely poem, a special kind of romance.

As a Chicago kid snow, ice-skating, sledding, snowball fights, icicles, mittens, buckle-boots, and so on were everyday parts of our winter. All good.

Nice read. Well done.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What a lovely reunion between you and your old friend, Snow.
It is one of the most emotional depictions of seeing snow again I have ever read. I am afraid I avoid it, but you make me wonder now, how it would feel to see it again after all these years. I enjoyed reading this poem. :)

I love the personification. An ode to Snow. :)