Beowulf-type Poetry* - The Snow
Immaculate morning's magicmaking, Driftworld smoothing driveways down All hushed and heavy, no sound abroad. Now and then a gust of whitefall, Tingletouch of snowspray stings - Dire breath of February Bites and dazzles me. *Anglo-Saxon versification was simple and vigorous - 4 alliterated stresses... Sign in to see full entry.