Whether you live in a place where there is lots of snow or where there is never snow, whether you love it or hate it, I would like you to write about snow as you see, feel or imagine it, in any form you wish, using clear imagery as crisp as fresh-fallen snow.
loving snow
soft wet flakes landing
scooping flakes
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no rude gesture here
sticking out the small hot tongue
savoring soft ice
welcoming wintery gift
wrapping in a snow angel
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Poetics: New Year Snow
The Bag Lady 