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later
by Charlie Morgancrumbling noiselessly, snow
gained the weight of an idea;
soon the trees were too heavy.
their branches shrugging a look
of 'don't ask me, i don't know.
ask the sky; clouds see it all.'
my roots slowly began to loosen,
i began the trudge to a high hill.
savannah grasses licked my boots
as my trek kept me bent; hurting.
soon i was feeling the snows,
counted their flakes; rested.
not a four-leaf clover hidden
in the whole bunch; i forgot;
snow will bring them later.
08/20/2010 Posted on 08/20/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/20/10 at 12:57 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/20/10 at 09:45 PM "snow gained the weight of an idea," was a brilliant line and an awesome opener. I was sold by the end of your third line and only too eager to see what came next. Great write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/21/10 at 01:24 PM Great ending. Great poem. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/23/10 at 07:56 PM A fine structure to this - I especially liked the weight of the snow and of an idea, the shrugging branches, the see-it-all clouds. I liked the experience of hurting and remembering what good will come from it. |
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