JB (2055 / Earth)

Morning Snowflakes

Morning snowflakes clot the air,
rest in the nook of an old fedora.
The shop doors are still locked.
A red sweater.Blue eyes glance

and a wool coat closes.
The sun hides behind a grey veneer
and a man hesitates
before crossing.

The last leaf on an elm tree
holds on beneath the ice.
A rhythmic clap of soles
ceases before the closed sign.

He pulls the brim down
to stop the wind.
Leathered fingers
press on papers inside a pocket.

Closed, coffeeless morning.

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Comments (13)

Very Moving And Powerfully Sown! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Ever So Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
Morning snowflakes are white and beautiful. I like them.
Descriptive, palpable, real- alive! An ordinary day- made extraordinary!
I like this, Jette! Like clot the air, rest in the nook of an old fedora, grey veneer—in general the nicely observed attention to detail. I like as well how you shaped the poem. And the last and closing line is perfect. It was easy to imagine myself into this one. Excellent! If you’re interested, my poem Forecast seems similar to me in its intention. Glen
Just discovered your work. It is amazing. This poem takes me back to an age of innocence (not the Age of Innocence) . The imagery could be from an old Hollywood movie, or a scene from a street corner today. That missing cup of coffee may just be a metaphor for every thing missing in this person's life. A terrific poem
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