Evening of Confetti


Late evening when the snow has fallen
and before plows roll round untrod streets,
I tread, my dog and I.
The only sound is the silent snow
falling upon snow.
It’s the sound every poet hears
when he opens up his ears.
In the street lights’ glare
flakes stream in sparkling white confetti
celebrating the beauty of this cold, cold night.

By Anthony Buccino
from the forthcoming collection AMERICAN BOY

Stormi and her snowman

Copyright © 2008 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used for commercial purposes without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks

No comments: