New snowfall through starless night
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Laden trees with cotton tufts
Now, luminous tendrils
Against the dawn sky
“Snow Day!” cheers rang through the house
As kids, alert in their still warm pajamas
Danced with anticipated snow forts
And other forbidden weekday play
All whilst their parents, bent over for boot lacing
Felt their backs groan, remembering
The last storm, which wasn’t the last
Not nearly the last, after all
If they noticed anything
Beyond their full shovels
The rhythmic, industrious scraping
It wasn’t apparent to anyone
Until the laughter of their children
Rattled the glass panes
And impelled them notice
Breath-stained windows, mindful nudges
Look up and see!
The vast sky of carefree days
Your perception
Malleable as wet snow
Witness the very moment
When fading midnight embers
That blue-lit, sparkling tree line
Those inky nighttime remnants
Become the new day
Painting Poetry in Motion 
I love your poem, Thanks for sharing 💖
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Thank you so much Dorothy! I’m grateful you made the time to let me know you enjoyed it 💗
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Beautiful! Keep writing, appreciate so much your sharing your talent.
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Thank you Mary! I’m so happy you stepped by to read and that you enjoyed this piece!
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So beautiful….I love it!
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Thank you for making the time to comment! This poem was inspired by actual snow shoveling earlier this week. And then I had to recall my own advice with more shoveling yesterday!
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Hahaha…you depicted my own snow shoveling experience too. Wish this is the last. The snow was pretty heavy too this time around.
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