snow poems for Boston's first snow

#1

White,
On the branch,
Trembling cold
Cut by the sparrow
Alighting.

Feathered fanfare
and weight
Lay bare brown arms
Yearning for sun.

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#2

Amongst velvet-cake buildings topped in white frosting,
While the trees flaunt nature's winter decoration,
Comes the spectacle sound of carolers practicing
And shovelers cursing.