Creative Writing – James Taylor & Martin Streeter

James Taylor, ‘Snowflake Slaughter’

A multitude of snowflakes slowly and silently slaying the whistling wind

like a pestilence, but withering their afternoon age in the wind.

Martin Streeter, ‘Snowflakes’

 

A beauty, but still,

Falling like Leaves.

The wind silently whispering,

They wandered all afternoon.

Slowly dropping, silently slain,

Thickly the Snowflakes lay.

All on the Flemish Clay.

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