poem submission by Negar Gorji

[Negar Gorji]

Dear all,

This is my poem which has not been published.

Plz use my previous bio. Thanks.

“SnOw”

When the windOw

Takes the picture Of the garden,

The cOlOrful plate,

On the maple table, 

Fills the hOllOw whiteness.

Listening tO the silence Of snOw,

What was the smell Of winter?

My penbrush 

Walking blue and yellOw,

White winds blOwing,

The sOund Of trees thinking.

HOw's the smile Of the snOwman?

A little sled

Filled with red heads,

Standing still On tOp Of the hill

Gingering the hill by Orange whOOps.

HOw dO their faces lOOk?