Snow

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
January 2019

By Eliza Wagner

 

drifting

falling

a small
voice calling

through the wind
through the
clouds

snowman
made
on the ground

a snowball
fight
begins

a cold ball
hits
me on the chin

Snow Eliza Wagner

Eliza Wagner, 8
West Hartford, CT

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2 Comments
 
  1. Marge Seiferheld January 1, 2019 at 7:15 pm Reply

    Beautiful! Very expressive, Eliza!!

  2. Jean Mccarthy January 1, 2019 at 7:20 pm Reply

    Love your poem, Eliza. Perhaps you will read it to me when I visit you. Your friend, Jean, in Richmond, VA.

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