Winter Rain

Posted: March 15, 2017 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, Seasons, writing
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As the street lights hum to life
roads reflect with orange flavored sheen
car lights bright of red and white
leave trails behind the wiper blades
Mercury vapor parking lots,
piled high with snows remains,
white hot stains of rocker salt
are washed away by the winter rain

many nights of snow and skidding ice
with no hope of warmer days
we bundled up in down feather coats
and followed the orange plowers sand and blade.
we slowly walked in our winter boots
our minds wandered to nicer days
when winds would change from north to south
and blow in the warm winter rain.



Today is a rewind to dust off something that DSS likes. He is thinking of those back east this week.

  1. Beautiful, vivid visuals! This poem got my senses going…I can see what you describe, I can feel the winter rain and the warmth of coat and boots, I can hear the wiper blades and boots crunching the ice and snow…etc.! Excellent poem, DSS!

    Yes, they got hit hard…I have some family and some friends in the North East who let me know how things were there.

    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. iampeacenow says:

    A perfect description! Wonderful imagery. My son lives in New England so he experienced March snow. I don’t know what it would be like to live where there is a great deal of snow all winter. As it is now I love the treat of a good snow fall (as long as I don’t have to drive!) but perhaps that is because it isn’t typical. peace to you

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