Snow Falling

 David Maitland

David Maitland

Snow falling
in dusty flakes
so fine they dance
in my open palms
only to bounce
to the ground

Across water
they form a fog
blocking the views
of Island & Sound
without any hint
of an horizon

Up on the ridge
someone has laid
cedar on the fire`place
wood`smoke so sweet
it suggests natives
smoking sockeye

There are days
meant for doing
and days to just sit
to watch snow fall
in dusty flakes
to the ground


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Snow Falling

  1. my doing is done so I sit for my fun


  2. deuxiemepeau says:

    Dreamy- I want a day to watch snowflakes – thanks for sharing

    Liked by 1 person

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