"I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet."
- Sylvia Plath -
Well, there are other sources of motivation I suppose, but a good challenge somehow seems to get me "off my duff" and writing. The immediate motivation is @vdux's Snowy Haiku contest.
The challenge from @vdux is to write a haiku about snow. For reasons I can't explain, this triggered more than a half dozen haiku about snow, and thus the title of this article.
Note: My dear Steemian friend
@lakshmi got me going on haiku years ago. You can find a genuine blizzard of haiku in my Poetry Library here.
Such beautiful white,
Soft and quietly, snow comes,
So cold to the touch.
Beautifully soft,
Quietly, gently, snow falls,
Melting on my face.
Soft, white, floating down,
Swirling past the bright streetlights,
Snowflakes come to rest.
Softly drifting by,
Glist'ning in day-bright moonlight,
Snowfall comes to earth.
I tilt my head back,
The air choked with flakes of snow,
Moisture on eyelids.
Looking up, I smile.
The sky is filled with snowflakes.
My face is wet now.
Hushed, falling softly,
White puffs moved by winter winds
Pile up into drifts.
Icicles are hard.
Danger falls from frozen eaves.
Fallen snow cushions.
Snow, like drawn covers,
Blankets the earth with silence.
Night falls, cotton soft.
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