Early Winter’s Attempt at Snow

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

In late October,

Down floats flakes of snow,

Drifting slowly

Past the window.


A child watches

The snow as it piles,

And dreams of sledding

Down hills for miles.


He sits with hot chocolate

At the windowsill,

Waiting for hours

Upon hours, until


He then realizes,

With broken dreams,

The snow is not

As thick as it seems.


After all this time,

It as piled to a measly inch.

And as the child picks it up,

It falls,

All that is left is a pinch.

Submitted: October 25, 2020

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Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Ahhhh, the whiteness of nothing upon page is the rage for the sage who can interpret nothing upon page ...

Been there ... Done That ... And I am most certain that my own personal endeavor was not at all unique, nor original ...

But ... It is cool as hell, to say the least ...


Sun, October 25th, 2020 6:08pm


Thank you
Hopefully now the page will not be empty.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 11:58am


A nicely captured unusual moment.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 6:58pm


Lovely poem. I share the little ones excitement for the first snow, not because I want to go sledding, but because I just love watching that first snow fall and blanket the ground. It's a picture as lovely as your poem.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 8:57pm


Thank you

Sun, October 25th, 2020 3:20pm

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