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:

Anonymous said...

This is like poetry.

P.H. said...

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

Anonymous said...

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