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I feared the entire month would pass
without so much
as a hint of white fluff—December
in pearl is what I like. My spirit
wearies of leaves
crinkled, brown, no life—dead.
As I stumble out of bed in gray
of dawn, flakes
light as dandelion dust tumble
down on everything in sight—
Weber grill,
the cracked patio, backyard
tractor tire waiting for spring flowers,
needles of Douglas
fir where cardinals like to perch.
I take a breath and linger long
and like a child . . .
catch a snowflake on my tongue.
© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission
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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to rest the soul and calm the spirit. Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.
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Lori Levy:
Delicate and beautiful, Michael.
Posted 12/30/2021 04:37 PM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
Michael, I delight in the childlike spirit of your poet's soul shining through the last stanza; perfect!
Posted 12/30/2021 01:43 PM
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Anastasia:
"December / in pearl" is such a lovely description!
Posted 12/30/2021 01:28 PM
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bettiebill:
Nicely done, bro! Our overnight snow was more than a dusting, something like 8 inches, unusual for the NW
Posted 12/30/2021 11:29 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Nice poem. A dusting of snow is what we may get in Arizona, but in Idaho this Christmas season the entire vacuum bag has been dumped several times a day. We've been snowed in since Christmas Eve.
Posted 12/30/2021 11:23 AM
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Gilbert Allen:
I especially enjoyed "flakes / light as dandelion dust tumble // down on everything in sight."
Posted 12/30/2021 09:34 AM
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DavidTookey:
Michael, thank you for this beautiful poem! As I write this, snow is falling here in Seattle and your words paint a perfect picture of the event.
Posted 12/30/2021 09:17 AM
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