I write on snow with angels wings and gown,
shoveled paths, snow balls rolled, boot tracks.
As if to say there's nothing permanent,
the morning responds, a page of sparkling white.
A correspondence begins!
Four lines from Oscar Wilde
Tread lightly, she is here
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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