Snow Day

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Picture by Me
Cold as a witch’s teat 
The phrase never made sense to me
But the white powdery snow made for a pretty scene

White as a lamb’s wool
I suppose if you kept it inside
The snow lay upon the ground like a baby’s blanket

Quiet as a church mouse
The winter landscape
Muted by flakes of snow piled one upon the other

Everything stopped in its tracks
More like hiding inside
Forced to sit and stay, quiet contemplation on a winter’s day

This was for a dVerse prompt: write about snow as you see, feel or imagine it, in any form you wish, using clear imagery as crisp as fresh-fallen snow. I hope you enjoy!

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C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

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