Snow in SeptemberA Poem by Curiosity's Virtuoso9/11.
A usual sunrise
The opaque blue day Rays of light that blew the clouds away Early morning chatter, makeshift delays A husband departs for work worry-less on a bright September day. He rushes from his home, coffee in hand Leaving his wife and children without unusual demand And as he drives away he knows not the defray Nor of the invisible ash clouds coming their way. The rush of morrow's dawn Too much paperwork to muffle with yawns Day carries on without normality begone But no one knows of mechanical birds gone wrong. An attack at the enemy's disposal Hatred clutters the brain's proposal One bird, then two crash through the columns Snow begins to fall, dark and heavy in traitors' haul. Those small trinkets of gray sprawl Creating a blizzard, covering it all The panic-stricken wife watches it all As great buildings collapse with flaming brawl. Her lover picked up the phone, told her he'd be home Then the voice stopped, leaving her like a drone. Horrific images shown that no coincidence was known. It snowed on that beautiful September day, Such as a barn floor ruffled with hay, And though those flakes of grey caused Lady Liberty dismay America learned how to outstretch their hands, not turn away. © 2011 Curiosity's VirtuosoAuthor's Note
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Added on September 5, 2011 Last Updated on November 30, 2011 Tags: 9/11, twin towers, airplane, terrorists, nationalism, hope, sun, ash, snow, grey AuthorCuriosity's VirtuosoNYAboutHey there! :D My name is Kristen. I'm a 16 year old writer from Long Island, NY. Truly I like to think of myself as more of a poet than anything else but I also like writing short stories. I am alway.. more..Writing
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