I wake to
the scrape of the snow shovel
below my window,
and the rumble of
the plow on the road.
The air is white
with winter
now.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Stunning… I can just about taste it. 🙂 too bad you can’t send it in the mail…
lol
Love it!
I’m glad
Great use of line length to establish a rhythm. And you used very simple language to establish a scene so well. Very skillfully done!
Thank you
There is a lot of sound in this poem. Nicely done.
Thanks.
Amen..not here! Beautiful words, just glad I don’t have the snow to contend with. 🙂
I don’t mind it. Our houses are warm. 🙂
Oh, it’s wonderful, and beautiful. I just love living in the warm South after 45 years of New England Winters. 🙂
Shawn, your poem is lovely and touched my grieving heart with beauty. I lost my beautiful cat, Murphy, suddenly on Friday early. Peaceful but sad.
My condolences.
I’m still waiting for my snow ;-(
Not sure if this will last, since it’s barely zero, but maybe.
Must give you a wonderful Christmassy feeling.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
If I was out in it building a snowman or hanging Xmas lights, maybe. 🙂 I’ve spent most of the day looking at things to do in Arizona in December, lol. 🙂
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I love the showflake shape of the poem, and the poem itself of course!
It’s snow-flake shaped? lol That’s a happy accident. Love serendipity.
Reckon so 🙂
I haven’t seen much snow for several years, but how I remember waking up to those plows rumbling down the road. Visiting the Northeast this year at Xmas – your poem is getting me in the mood.
I am suddenly hearing Glenn Miller in the back of my head… 😉 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR3K5uB-wMA
thats good
Thanks.
thats ok x
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the final word in this poem could also be “snow” – and when I read the poem I want to insert that word! Anyhow, this poem is exactly what I experienced sleeping at my Aunt’s house in Buffalo last week – the snow was falling and the scrape and rumble woke me a few times – as the white of winter was in the air – nice poem!
There wasn’t any snow falling at the time, but the sky was pale grey with mist. So while I could have used poetic licence and made it snow, I tried to stick to facts, this time. 😉
Great poem. Like an upside down Christmas tree too 🙂
glad you like it.