Snow-White Out

Snowy Times

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Snow-White Out


By A. Gagliardi


White! With severe sun

screams streams of lights into my eyes.

Snow snugs up against the house like

a comforter on a newly, made bed.


White marshmallow fluff

so high I can hardly see over it as

I gaze across the cheek-high, frozen meadow;

walking the shoveled gauntlet

with eyes tearing from the glare.

White on white -

Deep enough to loose yourself;

Silent enough for thorough listening;

cold enough for death.


White flakes, leisurely descend from

the too-bright morning

like tiny soldiers muffling all sound,

bivouacking into the space

where I should be walking

on my way toward school.


White for ages; white

for blocks I cannot fathom;

for miles I cannot see;

for years I cannot know.

I hear only my own thoughts

echoing loudly with the snow.




Would you like to see more snow?

  • Yes. I love it!
  • No. I'm tired of winter.
  • Ok, just a little. Then let it melt fast.
  • No. Just let us have warmer weather icy rain.
  • Ok. It's going to anyway, so I might as well say yes.
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The Trees Are Frosted

By A. Gagliardi

The trees are frosted, coated,

crowned with snow like top hats.

Majestic!

The wind whispers as they shed

snow like so much lingerie.

In the still of the night

they listen and sigh to each other.

They stretch and groan

crackling in the darkness;

mumbling their muted memories

like a doorman selling secrets to his cabbie.


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RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey

So descriptive--the snow, the future, our wondering as we wander… An interesting and enjoyable read.


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Fennelseed 4 years ago from Australia

I love your thorough account of snow in poetry, from the "comforter on a newly made bed" to "cold enough for death" to "I hear only my own thoughts echoing loudly with the snow", you bring the snow to this page. I see it, I feel it, it makes me shiver. I cannot votes as I have never lived in an area that snows. Thank you for bringing the snow to me. My votes to you, agaglia.


Poetic Fool 4 years ago

Having grown up in Alaska I can sympathize with you on this. I've experienced the glare of a whiteout with tears streaming from the eyes, it's simply blinding. Your poem brought back such vivid memories. Thanks for sharing it!


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

Just how simply beautiful is this?! Awesome!!


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

Thanks for your comment. I appreciate your reading it.

I hope you read other poems I have here.

Did you vote?


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

Fennelseed, You are absolutely welcome. This is a memory from my childhood when the snow as literally so high, my dad climbed out the upstairs window in order to shovel us out.

It took all day to get the 'gauntlet' shoveled as our driveway was pretty long.


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

Poetic Fool, Well you know snow more than us here in Minnesota! I'm so glad you liked it.


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

acaetnna, thank your for reading. Thank you for commenting and thank you for liking it.


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aviannovice 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Voted this awesome. It is a work of wonderment in a wintry jungle, but nonetheless, you will find your way out of it. Then you can warm yourself when you return inside. I shall follow you, too.


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

aviannovice, Thanks for following me. I hope you check out more of my stuff- and I hope you comment.

thanks again.


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b. Malin 4 years ago

What a Beautiful Poem Agaglia, your "Talent" shine through. Your words flow like the Snow. I too Vote this one UP and Beautiful.

I am NOT a LOVER of SNOW...and so those times of the year I "drift" South!


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

Malin,

thanks for the feedback. I would love to "drift" south sometime!


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GDRshop 4 years ago

Personally, I live in a tropical country so SNOW is something I have never even seen =(


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

The Eskimos have many words for snow. It is white, sometimes blue, crystalized water--


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nochance 4 years ago from Duluth, MN

I am also a Minnesota native and I love this poem. The random links are very distracting though, especially because they don't link to things that are relevant to the poem.


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agaglia 4 years ago Author

nochance,

Thank you for the constructive criticism. It is always helpful. I will make a change.


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AudreyHowitt 3 years ago from California

Lovely, especially the ending!


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dghbrh 3 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

awesome poetry....enjoyed it....votes up and away.


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jhamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

This poem made me miss the peace of newly fallen snow. I hope that in a few months I can fall in love with winter all over again. Jamie


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janshares 3 years ago from Washington, DC

This is wonderful. Originally from Buffalo, NY, it was a journey home for me, spot on reminder of how I need sunglasses to shovel. Voted up and beautiful. This makes one want to experience snow.


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agaglia 3 years ago Author

AudreyHowitt, Dghbrh, jhamann, & Janshares,

Thank you all for commenting on my hub. I am glad you liked the poem and that you can think positive thoughts about snow and winter.

Yes Winter is coming round the corner here in Minnesota. My brother In Fargo has already had a chance to play in the snow (the first week of October!) It makes for a long season.

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