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Snow-White Out

Updated on September 2, 2013

Snowy Times


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.

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The Trees Are Frosted

By A. Gagliardi

The trees are frosted, coated,

crowned with snow like top hats.


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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      agaglia 5 years ago

      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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      Janis Leslie Evans 5 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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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 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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      deergha 5 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

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

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      Lovely, especially the ending!

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      agaglia 5 years ago


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

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      Chloe Davis Smith 5 years ago from Minnesota

      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 5 years ago

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

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      GDRshop 5 years ago

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

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      agaglia 5 years ago


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

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      b. Malin 5 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 5 years ago

      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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      Deb Hirt 5 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 5 years ago

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

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      agaglia 5 years ago

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

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      agaglia 5 years ago

      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 5 years ago

      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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      acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

      Just how simply beautiful is this?! Awesome!!

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      Poetic Fool 5 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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      Annie Fenn 5 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.

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      RTalloni 5 years ago from the short journey

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