Rhyming: November 14, 2021

Rhyming: November 14, 2021

The beauty of the  first snowfall is quite special, even to a dog!  Since I am still reading some of Emily Dickinson’s poems, I decided to share the poem she wrote about snow.     It is rather amazing that in this poem she never once mentions snow; yet, she captures it’s all all-encompassing attributes.

It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –
It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –
It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –
I sure like hearing the stories about Nancy’s Dad.  I understand he loved to rhyme.   So, I decided in honor of her Dad, I would share a rhyme poem I wrote to make her laugh.   I hope it makes you laugh as well?!
my paws felt the first snow
better than a human toe
now, my poops could be found
so let the snow be  all around
so I watched the snowflakes dance
anticipating the speed of my prance
on my dog coat the flakes did appear
no need to rush inside, I didn’t need gear
slip and sliding on the canvas new
I looked for others to share this too
to be in the snow or as a spectator
either way, nothing much greater

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