SNOW: ode to Joyce Kilmer from one modern American poet to another

I
think
that
I shall never know
a
poem
as
lovely as snow!
a snow whose sparkle lays lightly pressed
upon the sweet earth’s waiting breast.
a snow that only God can say
“Release and float from heaven today,
so children, puppies and angels can play
without a thought of March winds or trees in May.”
I’ve
seen
rain and sleet and hail
but still my heart prevails
for
poems come
from the words I know,
but only God
can
make
it
snow.

eatin' snow
(…a winter poem from the cross bred banquet of Yolantha the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, lathered in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe, cultivated in Joyce Kilner, embellished with Anne Sexton, annointed by the blood of Christ.)


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