Poetry Wednesday – Streetlights & Snow; Part I – A Poem

I stop

on my way home.

I stop in the dark

to look up at the snow in the streetlight.

It’s beautiful,

it’s poetic.

I should write a poem.


It’s a picture

how would a poem do it justice?

A poem is better than a photograph –

a poem is alive,

a poem breathes.

But you could really see the soft, golden halo of the snow in the streetlight

in a photograph.