Saturday, December 12, 2015

Poetry by a Friend

Poetry does not need to rhyme.
Making poetry is putting the best of words together in beautiful or striking ways.
Here is the poem: 
This is my favorite kind of snow.
The smallest feather pinpricks that stick in the branches and peel some trees like bananas. 
Humbling snow pulling heavy-armed pine boughs back to earth. 
It bounces all the streetlights, and you can't tell if the sky is purple or yellow, but it's probably both.
Peacemaker snow that crumbles when you try to make snowbullets.
If there does turn out to be an afterlife, I hope it feels like a bright snowy midnight in Liberty Park.
  -- Alex Ungerman  -- December 14, 2015