SNOW BEAUTY by Eve Jeanette Blohm


Snow falls silently
on the streets of New York City

It has no rhythm,
meter, rhyme, alliteration

The courtyard
has a white gown
of snow on the ground
trees and ledges

the rocks and hills
of Central Park
are sleeping now
as the harsh winds blow

By Eve Jeanette Blohm

Published with her permission.