Fresh Powder


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New stuff for my dog Daisy and I - walking a wooded pathway at night on fresh snow. Real powder like I've heard about, but a 57 years old Texas boy, having never seen. So quiet and reverent out there in the snow.

Fresh Powder

by Tom King (c) 2012

A Texas boy, I’ve never seen

   Fresh powder, soft, nearly dry

It kicks up on my boot toes

   As I pass shuffle-footed alongside the dog

Two pair of footprints and a row of holes

   Where my cane punctures the pristine sheet of snow.


It’s night now – me and the dog

   Lookin’ for a place to pee.

She’s never seen snow like this before

   And rambles herky-jerky ranging back and forth

Sticking her nose under bushes, into little drifts

   Snorting when she gets a noseful, shaking her head.


The path and snow-packed road wend away

   Toward a lamppost at a corner someway off

Tempting us along like children

   Sneaking down the aisle of an empty church

To steal a peek at things upon the altar

   The snow, like linen drapes lying softly over the pews.


Fresh powder softly laid lends a holy stillness

   Over the cold, dark world tonight.

Reflects the moonlight scattering little stars

   Like jewels along the way ahead.

Breathless, still, yet almost a kind of music

   An aerie song of distantly remembered home.

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FranzJ commented on Fresh Powder


I'm like you, from Louisiana rarely seeing snow and don't quite know how to handle it or make of it - thanks for sharing

tierra7 commented on Fresh Powder


A wonderful Piece... Giant snow shook up huh???....Brrrr a white blanket of snow...Sounds like You and Your canine pal had a great deal of fun...Beautiful to watch it flutter down softly..(we don't get snow but we do get to go up to the hills and see it from a cabin) .this was a real nice share, I really enjoyed it...thank You for sharin'...HAPPY NEW YEAR! Tierra @}-'-,

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