MICHAEL S. LEWIS-BECK
Snow Fall
The snow comes in silence,
with the wind in stillness.
Quiet white,
makes a new morning.
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SYNDY CONGER
Snowbirds
A bluejay drifted into the plum framed by our frosted window.
Snow dust floated to the ground as he froze, silent as the snowy dawn.
Then, counting it no crime, he snatched all the iced berries within beak’s reach
that the robins had abandoned in their haste and the cardinal has not yet claimed.
He still lingers in his winter place in Mérida with its sundrenched courtyards,
roosting by night, crooning by day, con sus primos, los pájaros de Yucatán.
Hurry home, my love.
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LAUREN CARMEN
Snow Day
Glittering, swirling flakes fall
delicately from periwinkle skies
so serene at the time
and yet, only students realize
just how much woe
those seemingly innocent snowflakes
will bring them come June
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ALLISON HEADY
Bat in the snow at the edge
of the sidewalk: brown bud, brown blossom,
not even a frozen palm’s full, lost to flight by cold
unreasonings of season, wings frost-fixed
to your diaphram, only downhills remain.
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KATHRYN HALL
Snow
The mitten
On the last patch
Shaded
Beside the red tulip
The clouds woolen
So little
By which to remember.