*** Random Poetry Anyone? ***

First Snow
Outside my door, into the night
I wander with eyes open wide.
The Earth is now a wondrous sight
So walking slow, my time I bide.

The only sound I hear's the crunch
Of shoes on freshly fallen snow.
My tongue snakes out to test the hunch
That so sweet is what falls so slow.

I do not see the twinkling stars
Now, nor the moon's familiar face-
The parking lot has no more cars,
But monstrous mounds of cold white lace.

The snowflakes spiral as they fall,
And bring some peace to this girl's heart.
So calm feel I by Nature's thrall-
No longer stressed and torn apart.
( 12/06/2002 12:54:00 AM ) Lisa#

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