Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Night Sledding

The soft, quick swishing
Of sled on snow;
The snow spray burning
My naked face
Like strange particles
Of glowing flame.
The world is cloaked
In a great quiet.
Only the wind and I
Glide beneath the moon.
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  1. Chester MisenerDecember 4, 2009 at 11:53 AM

    On rereading this I had a sudden thought: how would this be as a childrens' poem?

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