I've posted this poem on JD Mader's Unemployed Imagination website. He has a weekly weekend writing exercise called 2minutesgo - just show up and write whatever you like or read everyone's stories. This is the link: 2minutesgo. Cheers :)
Snow
White, crisp, nonchalant,
a pale, spreading gracefulness,
so quiet, death wrapped.
Feet crunch granuled ground,
sticking green sepia leaves
and twigs upended.
Small hands snug inside
red gloves bark a stark contrast.
Drops of blood on pearl.
Salt-sprinkled brown winged,
a robin flits, red-breasted,
making small slick jumps.
Snow silences all,
ices over the cold ground,
everything closes.
Only birds’ wings sound,
flapping amid falling flakes.
Blue-black magpie croaks.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 19, 2022
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