there hadn’t been hesitant sleet
that eventually turned to snow
heaped like hills on the empty street,
it might not have fluttered silently,
like luminescent moths outside
the window, a continued quietude
when the flakes ceased gently
falling, that might not have been broken
by the boisterous warble of a robin.
Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2021
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #54: Hindsight Is Rather Tricky
Magaly is back this Wednesday with a prompt she says was inspired by something she’s heard a lot lately and asks us to explore the idea of ‘If I knew then what I know now’. We are not required to include the actual words in our pieces but can if we wish.
Royalty-free image from Adobe Stock
writing in north norfolk 
I love the atmosphere you evoke..and can hear that little robin sing
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Thank you, Jae!
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How beautiful!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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I love the aural imagery of this. The quiet build up added to the delight of hearing that first sound of spring in the end.
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Thank you, Rommy. I’m enjoying the robins at the moment.
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Sub-zero ice in air here this morning. How I long for that song.
Thanks for helping me out, KR.
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Love the image of the flakes stopping. Beautiful pic as well.
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Thank you!
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The robins here head south before the snow falls, and come back when Spring is in the air. Smart robins!!
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They are intelligent little birds and very friendly.
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This is lovely and so very warming. A burst of lively color is always a good thing. But when it comes in the middle of a storm, then it is a miracle.
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Thank you, Magaly. Robins always cheer me up.
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How lovely, your hind site images …..
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Thank you, Helen
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The intrusion of that warble into your gentle snowing scene is striking. Nice one
Happy Wednesday
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much love…
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Cycle of a snowstorm made beautiful by poetry. Wonderful, Kim. I lived for 24 years, 21 in Nebraska, and another three in New Hampshire, and never did tire of them. We don’t have snowstorms here in the Houston, Texas, area although it does snow about every ten years. Not heavy though but the kids love whatever we get.
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Ours only lasted a day, Jim, and then it was gone. But we’ve been known to have snow at Easter!
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Snow is something I see in the freezer when it needs defrosting… High summer here with the fans on.
Your poem has a welcome cooling effect.
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Thanks Rall. We’re expecting more snow this weekend.
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Most of life hinges on that one little word: if.
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It does.
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