Ray Sharp writes poetry about the world and poetry about the heart that you can read here [Sternwheeler, Clavicle, ( ), Under an August Moon, Threnody, Synesthesia, La Llorona] and on his blog as well as in publications such as Caper Journal
and Ink Node. On this the first full day of winter and after winter
weather left its mark on much of the United States, these bookend poems
are playful and thoughtful, like a first snowfall and a winter’s night.
Two Poems of Snow
By Ray Sharp
Snow Angel
Have you ever been mesmerized
by snowflakes bright against the night
like a billion white moths
like pieces of the clouds
kissing your upturned face?
Ecstatic on your back in the snow
like an angel floating on a cloud?
Don’t sleep. Come back to Earth.
Snowflake
Write your poem–she told me–
not about a snow storm
but rather a snow flake.
That is how she came to me,
not with blizz and bluster,
fizz and fluster, but soft
and Seleney, floaty, flirty,
melt on my shirty,
crystallined, one of a kind.
Ray, I love the tickle and laughter of Snowflake; it gave me happy giggles and joy.
I laughed out loud at the last one. My tongue twisted and my heart felt light.
Great job, I needed that this morning.
Interesting,
I love the snow angel poem!
Thanks for writing about it