Snow Mississippi Snow

Snow Mississippi Snow prose poem

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Drizzling rain, temperature falling to 32, freezing sleet coming soon.
droplets of ice starting to form, snow is ah coming!,
they say before noon. as the noon day approaches
the snowflakes are starting to come, snowflakes as big as half-dollars and small as dime,
awaiting the white blanket that will cover the ground
as if to put to sleep and hide things on the ground;
the tree branches are starting to bow to nature’s weight
I know that some shall surely break, as the ice collect on branch and bough.
things are much quieter now as the snow’s blanket is starting to rise,
as accumulation falls down. all is tucked-in
as mother nature protects her ground; so snow Mississippi snow.

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I am 72 years old retired and I enjoy creating ,although I do not write many poems the ones I do write come from a thought projected into a poem. I try to verse these poems thru a variety of thoughts.
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Saurin Desai

what a vivid imagery you are creating with your words


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