Exceptional Free Verse Free Verse Collection : A Snow Job by tfawcus Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry

Soft the snowflakes fall from swirling skies; a silent drift that muffles human margins; a deadly flutter that numbs the raw of snow-grit homeless heaps. Listen! Can you hear the crunch of frozen sidewalk smut beneath that traffic noise and siren scream? I do not lie -  I need your money for the ice! Rainbows glisten in the sun as it grows crystal cold. Then comes the thaw, and whirring snowplough brush to sweep away the residue of sidewalk slush, assaulting grime with tears.   Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes Image attribution: Creative Commons, Some rights reserved by brownpau (https://www.flickr.com/photos/brownpau/) © Copyright 2024. tfawcus All rights reserved. tfawcus has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.