Snowy day
Oh, my!
I look out beyond my window and I only see white!
Oh, dear.
Trees hang low as they support the heavy snow.
My roof creaks and groans.
My father fears we will be snowed in!
Our power escaped our grasp long ago.
I spent all night praying— oh, how I prayed!
I prayed for the light to return.
Please!
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hello! my names margo :) - 17, they/it I’ve been writing poetry consistently for about a year now. Some of my favorite poets include (but are not limited to): Nakahara Chūya, Ocean Vuong, and Sappho! I don’t have a favorite type/style, but I do like poetry that speaks from the soul.
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