The First Snow

arobot

The First Snow

 

The first snow comes out of November blue

An unexpected bliss free of the wintry rue

 

Hear the rustle, feel the crystal tingle

Wish more of it, heavier and perennial

 

Hills appear and disappear through vapor

As if sketches drawn and erased on paper

 

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

Let it be as pure as snow white all over

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2020 11:35
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Remember those fondly

  • Doggerel Dave

    Real - enjoyed this very much. Great construction. Clean, straightforward and very vivid.
    Also cooled me down a few degrees.

    Dave
    Australia



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