Snow on a Southern City: a Poem

Chilly skies shed frozen coats

On waiting world below

A fallen burden glorifies

New-sparkling southern hills

 

The city’s rhythm starts anew

A fresh cast on the ground

And men’s hearts feel cheer to enter in

To snowy Sabbath rest

 

A visit to us from the north

A traveler welcome here

For snows that come this far afield

Make tired cities new

James Walpole

James Walpole is a writer, startup marketer, and perpetual apprentice. You're reading his blog right now, and he really appreciates it. Don't let it go to his head, though.

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