I’ve never seen snow (I live in the Sunshine State), but this poem gives me a good idea of what a real winter season might feel like. The imagery is quite beautiful here.

I hate winter (and I am so entirely jealous of Ana Cristina), but I liked this poem. The flow of it felt like the softly drifting flakes of $n*w (it’s a swear word) that fall from the sky.

I love all the primary colors in this: blue / white / brown / white / black / white / black / white / green. It has a kind of rhythmic, hypnotic effect that really works for me. I also really like the subtle allusion that this might be a breakup poem. And the last line seems particularly perfect. Very nice.

Stovohobo loves this poem.
He could read it all day
and never get tired of it.
[pens&feathers] makes him cry.
The End.

beautiful poem. nice work. i love the picture i get in my mind