Thursday, March 22, 2018

Silent White--By Linda Hurdwell--United States

Silent White

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.

Linda Hurdwell is a retired lady who lives in Ascot, Berkshire, England.


  1. Dear Linda,

    A 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,

  2. Nicely 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. :)

  3. Very good Lin. It amasses me what you do with a little show.
    Knight Writer

  4. Such a delightful poem, Linda! I am sure its beauty will outlast that of fresh snow! Regards // paul