Billy Collins Snow Poems

In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over a mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
...

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
...

When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
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