Snowy New Year

Snow is a silent predator

that arrives without a patter,

invades without a thunder clap,

sticks around until March

when the last few mountains the plowers tried to corral

finally disappear down the drains of store parking lots.

And we love it, our snow.

We love nature’s great cleanser

that reminds us of lights and gifts,

when in reality snow buries us in our homes,

makes us slip and break our bones,

and gives the unlucky people who get lost in it

a very peaceful way to fall asleep

forever.

But if I were the weather,

I would very much like

to be snow.

Rain brags, and shouts,

and washes us away with it in a day.

But snow proves that even the silent ones

can be

the strongest.

Hello everyone! I am back after being MIA for the past couple days. As you might be able to guess I have been taking a break after my extra-long year of poem writing, while I have also been trying to figure out what I should make of this blog for the new year! Well, I’m happy to say that nothing much is going to be changing; I will still be writing poems and blogging them regularly, although it certainly won’t be as often as every day. I’m not going to lie; 366 Poems wore me out much more than my previous poetry project had, but unfortunately my lifestyle today is not as relaxed and empty as it was when I first came up with this idea. With jobs, college applications, and extracurriculars my life began to spin out of control, and I only fear that it will continue to do so once my senior year ends and college actually begins. However, I do have some continuing projects in mind for this year, some that are similar to what I have already been doing, and some that are fairly radical and different. So I apologize if this blog starts to get a bit quieter. I enjoy all the support that you have given me in my writing and want to continue bringing quality content to this blog, but I believe that my creative endeavors will be best helped if I stop cramming out words every day and instead take them as they come. Do not judge the snow’s silence, as it will still pile up to your roof (as it is doing at my house right now).

Also, since I haven’t said it yet, thank you so much to all my followers and supporters in 2016. I did it again! But I wouldn’t have been able to without the continued support of my WordPress following and all the people who encourage me to keep writing my best. Thank you all very much! Stay warm and have a happy new year!

RGNN

 

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366 Poems: December 13th, 2016

Snow Drift

You look outside

at the fresh falling snow,

taking life after life

of each bug and each plant,

causing bridges to freeze

and driving cars to skid,

in each mile on mile

of hell-frozen havoc–

and you can’t help but think,

“How beautiful…”

.

We see a lot of things like that.

366 Poems: December 8th, 2016

Snowflake

I am a snowflake–

cold and shrill,

pure and fair,

taking my time as I fall,

fall through the air.

Watch me tumble through that pretty girl’s hair

with my visions of the future crystal clear

and a gale-forced heart that blows me higher,

higher than a jazz trumpeteer.

And I know I’m one of many.

I know that soon the variety dies out

and you’ll start to hate the shrillness

as you insist that I’ve been here too long.

.

But god knows you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.

366 Poems: January 13th, 2016

Another Snowstorm

The wind grows cold,

The snow grows deep,

The fear grows strong–

and you

my darling,

are so far away right now.

Alone in your snow drift

with your heart slowly freezing

just because I

decided to tell

the truth:

that there will always be another snowstorm

and that unfortunately

someday

we may not survive it…

.

But for now, we are safe

and the sun will once again shine.

You are in your house in the ice

lonely, freezing by the wood stove…

.

Darling,

come home.

366 Poems: January 11th, 2016

Winter Weather

There’s icicles to pierce me,

snow drifts to drown me,

ice patches to break me,

white tempests to freeze me,

and cold horrors to scare me

and send me arun,

but in this winter weather,

I’ve never had so much fun.