First Snow

“May I stretch across the plains,
spread on out ’til evening wanes?
Might I bubble up so high,
to touch the starlight in the sky?
Could I feather wispy thin,
collect myself ’til whole again?
Can I drift down very low,
and fog the city lights that glow?”

A little cloud with mother-dear,
asks what he may do while here.

“My darling son, we must move slow,
the fun will come, but first, snow.”






*Joining in with others this November, using the Write Alm prompts found here- degrees

7 Replies to “First Snow”

    1. Thank you! 😀 I love using the prompts in unexpected ways. Our first snow was a month ago, and I just didn’t wanna write about it! 😀

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