Thread: As the Snow Falls

As the snow falls, the streets grow
blacker, sucking up the light, sharp
and cold, that falls upon her face. Concrete
walls are gray and wet. Just
a bare patch here and
there, glinting; each lies alone, then
vanishes into dull, thick air.

Through the glass, a hint
of light shines, and wavers in
soft, moist eyes, that rest
so carefully; worn, nicked
steel, they scratch the ice, all frail
and thin; empty cuts that hesitate
to dig, sweetly, into the city’s skin.

A memory carved quietly
And gray, that fades with winter’s
shy caress, that washes out the summer
haze, it trickles down
the glass; a flash
each second, white and wide, cowers
in the cloudy pane.

Buried deep beneath the crumbling
layers; an image curled up
on a bench where someone, suffocated
by news from other nights now smudged
and runny where his breath warmed
spit long leaked that he wiped, with
a dirty paw against his lips.

The imagery of a city during a snow shower works very well. The desolace and cold seeps in through the poem. I thought a lot of your line breaks were very strong, but that you ended a few in weird places in the middle of an image to emphasize a word, though I felt the entire image itself would've been a better line end... particularly, "a hint,/ of light shines" seems the entire image on one line would be more powerful than a small wordplay would afford. Very good though, I like this.

Thanks for reading.

Made some edits.

Loved the imagery of this!

Thanks.

Lovely Poem, reminds me a lot of an old English beggar.