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THE SNOWSTORM

From a dusting to a blizzard and back

Breathtaking to look at but dangerous to walk in

Like a forest filled with wolves

Furious snowflakes subsided by children building snowmen and sledding as the sun mirrored a happier scene

White flakes drifting silently to the ground

Soon the memories were gone like the melted snow of springtime

A childhood lost within a blustery adulthood

The frosty air blowing violently within

In the wake of the storm she trudges through the fallen wintry spectacle that is her life

Seasons may change but in her a snowstorm rages and the wind still howls.

It seems that there a dozen threads in this poem, all tied together neatly with snowfall. Lovely.

Thank you.

Great job in posting your work!
I am wondering if this is your final product, or would you adjust any of the stances/lines from your first post?

I'm not sure. I always thought of this as my final product.

i like this because there's a lot of good imagery, but it all seems a little too disconnected for me. i think your descriptions are worked very well, though!