Snow

Just another poem to celebrate the snow

Snowflakes

Through the hush

Of a soot scented evening

I watch them

Laughing and winking

On the wet windowsill

Doorstep

And windowsill

Before fading

Like faggots in a flame

Moments of glory

And mood swings

Crash landing

In a frenzy of

Fan whipped fury

Goose plucking down

In sparkling confections

Of cinquains and sonnets

And full throated renderings

That mimic the fickle vagaries of spring

Tommy Murray