The Last Snowfall

The Last Snowfall short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson

Descending schools of clear droplets wash away yesterday,
Thunder bellows and shakes …stirs thoughts adrift in the distance,
trickles of fine creeks merge on the bedroom window pane.

..and I reflect back to a man…an essential friend…
His last night.
He and His wife lean against one another…for the final time…
within the den which He built..warmed by the fireplace …which He built
an oak log glows wisely in witness.

Their fingers entwined and He weeps…
with the last snow fall He will see.
He is now..the frail light flake drifting in flight.
A final touching dance to earth..
before eyes whisper “good night” … “I love You”..

..and Wife bathes her cherished Husband’s forehead with wet kisses and warm tears.

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Aloke
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Beautiful imagery. Visual and tragic effect greatly enhanced

Savi Mani
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oh a beautiful poem…..to witness the last snow fall……..a beautiful life coming to an end……very touching indeed…..

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