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considered a storm
by Carissa Deweyonly here and there are
left in the sky. as I shovel the walk
I'm disappointed,
much less then what was
forecasted.
I take the dog around the block-
it is so quiet.
the streetlights, porch lights
reflect off these white sidewalks,
these white roads
in this contemplating silence.
It's the kind of silence that
sparks these thoughts, that's been written
about over and over. many times.
and yet -
shovels, a slow passing car
match this silence-
this silence speaking?
the night wind brings
snow off roof tops-
and it's the white mist of a waterfall
against the black night sky.
I think this night has chosen me-
01/10/2009 Posted on 01/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/11/09 at 02:53 AM it certain choose you to write this great poem...good job. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 07/14/09 at 08:53 AM Very, very well written.. you succeed in bringing out the scene's mood, the emotion of a place, evoke being in a moment; really well done.. |
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