poemranker ::Contrasts by Quarton

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Free verse № 36586

Contrasts

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 Jan 2003 · 1 comment

Season's first snowfall, clamor like winter's past, traffic jams; horns blaring; snow blowers revving and shovels scraping. Muttered curses muffled by city noises; harsh neon lights. Deep in the woods, a sparkling white carpet; sunlight streaming; painted tree branches silhouetted against crystsalline skies. In a clearing, spring born fox frolicking; nose buried playfully in just discovered snow. Excuse the silence.

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[9] Bachus 16-Jan-03/5:35 PM Reply
Passive, yet candidly gorgeous.
Yes, enjoy the silence.