A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course).
Thank you, HaveYourselfAMerryLi'lCharles. I've contested the Charlie Chaplin thing a couple of times, won once, if I remember correctly. But it's the kind of thing I try when bored and have nothing better to do - just doesn't seem to have happened lately.
It snowed today,
swathes of little flakes
windblown across our vision,
literally laterally,
coating the deck like matt paint,
slowly thickening
to a crust of white puff pastry,
glistening in reflected light
from our window.
We didn’t go out,
but watched content
with winter’s usual greeting,
Christmas still to come
and sunshine and more snow
before next year.
It’s enough that seasons
still chase the chosen round,
unaffected by our sins.
Line count: 18
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 19 2024
Prompt: Use these three words: snow, sunshine, glistening.
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