Poem: Snow Flakes

Figure Skater on Ice

By Dave Hood

From my bedroom window,
On the first day of winter,
I gaze at a grey sky, naked Maple tree
Next to the wooden fence
portioning properties.

Silently, Snow flakes whirling,
twirling, descending,
In the wind of winter,
Gracefully blanketing the wilted
black eyed Susan’s in the garden,
covering scattered, decaying leaves
on the frosted back lawn.

I imagine a lissome figure skater
elegantly spinning, skipping,
dipping, then gliding, stopping
in silence on a glistening sheet of ice.


About Dave Hood

Lover of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction. Professional photographer and writer. Without the arts, life would be rather mundane, like a walk down the same old path on a dull day.
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