Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Snowy Quiet

Plows rumble past. Their blades muffled by their loads.
Children sleep on. Their breathes roll between dreams.

3 comments:

my backyard said...

This is like poetry.

PtCakes said...

I have been trying to use life and its emotions to get back into writing poetry. Did it work???

Tammy H. said...

Perfectly conveys my thoughts on this snowy day. Good job!