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“I heard you’re going to get snow,” came a text from my sister in Florida yesterday.

“Nah, it’s not gonna snow…”

The drizzle turned to flurries turned to drizzle turned to flurries turned to big, fat, squishy flakes of real snow, swirling around in the wind. Someone at church remarked that it looked like a blizzard outside. They melted as soon as they touched earth, but you could still see a thin frosting of white on the rooftops and patches in the blades of grass well into the afternoon. Even this morning I saw some chunks stubbornly clinging to my car and sliding down the windshield.


What’s that white stuff on my windshield? Car gets snowed for the first time…

Actually, I wanted to write a post about the November Poem-a-Day challenge, but it turned into talk of snow. Oh right… maybe we can segue into it like this. A snowy day is a good day to stay in and write poems. And good inspiration for today’s prompt, “Blankets.”

The first snow comes
early and wet,
tumbling to earth
and puddling when it lands.

But it still manages to spread
artfully on our windshields,
thick like a fleece blanket
to keep the chill on the surface.

I’ll be posting a new poem as close to every day as I can over at my poetry Tumblr. If you’re interested, it’s not too late to join in! And even if you don’t think yourself a poet, give it a shot anyway… and leave a link wherever you’re posting them in the comments so we can cheer each other on! :)