“ice crushed snow”

Written for:  The Twiglets #290 - ice crushed snow

You must be speaking
of a Sno-cone!

When ice crushes snow
it's the best time 
to make snowballs,
so firm when you throw.

crunching underfoot
she hears sound in still night
ice covered snow

        Joe loved to roll down hills of fresh snow
         He needed no sled, loved free-fall flow
               One night in twilight
            with hill sparkling white,
  Joe's roll stopped when stung by ice shards lurking below.



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “ice crushed snow”

  1. Misky says:

    A refreshing collection!


  2. Jules says:

    I remember snow cones… 😉
    Iced snowballs can leave bruises.
    Hearing silence broken in a winter’s night can be scary…
    And well that limerick… Ouch!! 🙂


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