Love this and the title
'Man-made snows, blown from noisy guns,' a line that will stay with me a while.
I got the mental shivers reading this poem, feeling colder as the lines progressed. It felt at odds with the warm temperatures we are experiencing in Texas at the moment...though we expect another freezing morning later this week.
Such beautiful language to create vivid images! I had never heard of graupel until jsut a few weeks ago - isn't nature wonderful!
Brian, your poem share a stunning images of snows you have known. Would you be willing to offer this poem for my Winter's Embrace Gallery I am creating? Scoops of sun-warmed mashed potatoes- great thought.
I could picture the snow scenes. Thank you.
I love the "coldest snows..." line, because the styrofoam sound is just perfect, but I wouldn't have thought of it. Now I will think of it on my next trudge. Most of our snow has melted, but some of the plow piles are looking a bit like those lava rocks or big chunks of swiss cheese. Could be the result of passing dogs, as mine cannot resist sprinkling each pile.
Funny, Peter, after putting this draft in the done-enough column, I couldn't stop thinking of further 'flavors' of snow, so I'm glad you added more of your own via a comment.