Softly falls, wet, icy lace
Slipping down with silent
grace
Spilling onto earth with
white
Turning all the dark to
light.
Sparkling shapes drop to the
ground
Gently building a silver
mound
A hill of white, silent,
serene
Changing the bare and empty
scene.
Softly falls wet, icy lace
Tumbling down with charming
grace
Shimmering into a frozen day
Alas, this ethereal state
can't stay.
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, well written. Freshly fallen snow is so beautiful but its beauty is temporary, but personally, I'm happy Spring has arrived.
Best wishes,
Inge
Nice piece!
ReplyDeleteyou've captured the magic here
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Linda. Your gentle rhythms capture beautifully the first lovely impression a snowfall makes. My wife would heartily agree (I look forward to showing her your poem). Of course, as you conclude, this ethereal state is temporary. But, fortunately, so is the snow. :)
ReplyDeleteVery good Lin. It amasses me what you do with a little show.
ReplyDeleteKnight Writer
Such a delightful poem, Linda! I am sure its beauty will outlast that of fresh snow! Regards // paul
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