Snow in September

Snow in September

A Poem by Curiosity's Virtuoso
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9/11.

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A usual sunrise
The opaque blue day
Rays of light that blew the clouds away
Early morning chatter, makeshift delays
A husband departs for work worry-less on a bright September day.

He rushes from his home, coffee in hand
Leaving his wife and children without unusual demand
And as he drives away he knows not the defray
Nor of the invisible ash clouds coming their way.

The rush of morrow's dawn
Too much paperwork to muffle with yawns
Day carries on without normality begone
But no one knows of mechanical birds gone wrong.

An attack at the enemy's disposal
Hatred clutters the brain's proposal
One bird, then two crash through the columns
Snow begins to fall, dark and heavy in traitors' haul.

Those small trinkets of gray sprawl
Creating a blizzard, covering it all
The panic-stricken wife watches it all
As great buildings collapse with flaming brawl.

Her lover picked up the phone, told her he'd be home
Then the voice stopped, leaving her like a drone.
Horrific images shown that no coincidence was known.

It snowed on that beautiful September day,
Such as a barn floor ruffled with hay,
And though those flakes of grey caused Lady Liberty dismay
America learned how to outstretch their hands, not turn away.

© 2011 Curiosity's Virtuoso


Author's Note

Curiosity's Virtuoso
I wanted to upload this in September in honor of the 10th aniversary of 9/11, but it didn't work out much like I hoped it would with school and such. Its been very busy! Oh well, much better to be late than never at all!

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Hey there! :D My name is Kristen. I'm a 16 year old writer from Long Island, NY. Truly I like to think of myself as more of a poet than anything else but I also like writing short stories. I am alway.. more..

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