So the birds were right… Winter is now here… A surprise from the night… An end to the year…
The snow falls slowly from the sky… Created by the great lake… And guided by the wind… Frozen tears of Summer settle…
Pittsburgh snow makes natives restless… Toilet paper, milk, bread… Clear shelves and total panic… Two more inches and we’ll be dead…
No change for the animals… They don’t even seem to notice… Birds are singing… Cats are hunting…
Peace…
I love the first snowfall… A blanket of pure white… That covers the litter and dirt… And accumulates in the black night…
Winter brings us white from black… Good from the bad… Light from the dark… New, Pure and clean…
peace – chriscondello
I have never written any kind of poetry—Please bare with me as I experiment and learn…
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chriscondello 
“Frozen tears of summer settle…” love that! We’ve not received a blanket of white yet here in Ohio. Though I’ve not been ready for it, this poem has changed that. Enjoying your blog.
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In your About the Author piece you said you are an “author (that can’t write).” I have to disagree – this was beautifully written! Seems effortless. I see the snow, I feel their panic and especially love the part about the cat. 🙂
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