That Was 2024

Winner! The Writer's Cramp - 12/31/24 - Monchicelle form poem

That Was 2024


Snow falls soft and white
No wind to blow it off
Footsteps in the snow
Shows you where you’ve gone
Everywhere is left to go


Snow falls soft and white
Cars drive slow and straight
When the snow stops, all is wet
Trucks pass and leave a mess
People trudge through all that yet,


Snow falls soft and white
Birds are quiet in the night
All is silent when it’s dark
Temperature dips and falls
Too cold even for dogs to bark



Snow falls soft and white
Silent the sounds in the night
Street lights reflect the white
While all is quiet in the night
Peace descends without a fight.