Some see it as a nuisance
Others view an opportunity
School children see it as rest
Still some encounter a malady
Snow always falls differently
Fluffy and light
Dense and heavy
Those who never have seen
Only in pictures dream
A river is new each day
Who observes beyond the mundane
Penguins in a waddle
Each know their mate
And we wonder how it be
Perhaps the teaching
Lies in poetry
A way some learn to see
dVersepoetspub.com for Thursday. Open link night. Any poem of choice. This will be my last for a week or two. Taking a much needed break. I will return and be peeking at your poetry in the meantime.
mehflowers 
Fascinating poem Mary. I enjoyed the read, thsnk you… 🙂
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Good point about snow: “Snow always falls differently” It is almost as different as a sunrise.
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A nice Ars Poetica Mary, poetry is such a beautiful way to see in such personal prism, the press and graces of the world. It is interesting also that often each reader will see a poem differently, it is a dance a whirl, is it not? I have once heard that in some scandanavian languages they have so many more words for snow and ice than we do here. We are all sorta kaleidoscopic aren’t we? Have a good break too.
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Thank you Lona! Yes, my eyes see so much more since poetry welcomed me. Still a long ways to go.
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I think maybe poetry is one of the best ways to see the snow different… don’t you think?
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Oh yes, along with other things
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Just as each snowflake is unique, so are our interpretations. I like the point that you make about poetry being a tool to see. Yes!
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