Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
(Howard Nemerov)
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Based on Topics: Snow PoemsBased on Keywords: aslant, drizzle, gradient