It’s falling –
snow, white and bitter,
blows in on biting winds
perfumed with winter.
Thickening flakes
paint a pointillist
monochrome landscape,
a gift for the optimist,
sled ready,
hoping for a white-out,
while a crowd of children
starts a snowball fight.
By late afternoon,
everything’s silent and grey,
even the snowmen
have nothing to say.
Night falls hard
with frost and ice
already forming
on every surface.
Kim M. Russell, 24th January 2019
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Snowfall #writephoto
writing in north norfolk 
I really can relate to this 🙂 beautiful poem.
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Thank you!
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I for one am kind of relieved the snowmen have nothing to say.. Beautiful write..
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Thank you, Violet.
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Describes a winter day perfectly.
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Thank you, Michele.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!
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Loved this, Kim… it captures both the childlike joy and the cold silence of a snowy night so well.
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Thank you, Sue!
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Thank you for the reblog!
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Thank you for the reblog, David!
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