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.
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.
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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A refreshing collection!
Hope you didn’t get a chill. Thanks, Misk!
Not in this heatwave!
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!! 🙂
Thanks, Jules! Just for the record, I never threw iced snowballs.
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It all depends on the weather… Some snow is better than others for having a fun safe snowball fight. 🙂