Making Snow Angels by S. Pelham FloodI took a walk through snowy woods yesterday.
No, it wasn't in the evening.
But Frost's words danced in my head;
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
Standing in corduroy, and knit wool cap,
with back to the wind, I gazed down on the frozen lake.
It was blanketed in lush, downy flakes,
indiscernible from the hill I was perched on
if it weren't for the trees. Comforting firs
caressing clumps of luscious snow.
The silence was mesmerizing, cleansing.
So calm, I imagined I could hear harness bells myself
as, I too, watched the woods fill up.
And then my head cleared
as children came stomping through with neon snow-shoes
strapped to their feet and a toboggan pulled behind.
Their laughs filled the air and rang, musically,
off each and every drifting snowflake.
I felt the smile in my toes. And my eyes tingled
as I caught glimpse of their faces…
one had my chin, the other my nose!
Their laughs drifted over the hill as I closed my eyes,
and Frost came back:
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
11/15/2010 Posted on 11/15/2010 Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jim Benz on 11/16/10 at 06:49 AM At least you could feel your toes. This is very nice. |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/18/10 at 11:34 AM You had me at "I took a walk through snowy woods". I think Frost would find this fun! A joyful read! |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/23/10 at 08:34 PM A good, beautifully written seasonal piece. The narrative is crisp and compelling to the last. |
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