It Happens To Be Snowing

Now against

Your cheek,

A sudden

Cold and wet

Sensation.

Your vision

In a haze

From your

Breath

That has just risen.

And you’re not quite sure

But did you see

A bird fly up above?

Against the bright blue skyline

A bluebird

Or a dove?

And even though

Your fingertips

Are tingling

And frozen,

You cannot help but be amazed

At the song you’ve chosen

To whistle with your chilly lips,

And warm your frosty insides.

While the air is getting colder,

You’re quickening your strides.

And pushing hard

Against the wind

Who’s fighting ever harder.

And even through your happiness

You feel a lowly pulling.

And even though

The sky is blue,

It happens

To be snowing.

Reviews

[paul sal.....]

and.. it happens to be sunning!!!

[W R Stowe]

Snowing without clouds is amazing,never seen it but have seen rain without clouds.Very lovely poem with great rhythm and flow

[wordman]

this is a great write,i enjoyed the read