Snow,
in the patio,
soft and gentle,
like feathers, they float slowly
and fall tenderly on the road.
Snow,
on the window,
frosted white flowers,
freezing on the glass,
beaming in silver.
Snow,
in the garden,
rich and puff,
like whipped cream on a crust,
to be served fresh on Christmas.
Snow,
in the mountain,
thick and solitude,
it glistens like crystal
when the sky turns purple.
Snow,
in Oregon,
deep and cold,
it spreads over counties,
it blankets the whole.
Snow,
in this country,
oh just beautiful.
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Author:
Cecily (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oregon means a whole lot to me. I had an amazing moment in life with an American family in Maupin. This poem, written many years ago, was inspired by its natural beauty, especially its snowy winter.
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Comments3
Lovely writing 🙂🙂
Hi yellowrose,
Thank you for your kind note ! 😊
Cecily✨
Snow can be really beautiful as is seen in your words Cecily.
Welcome to MPS.
Hi Goldfinch60,
Thank you so much. I am happy to be here and learn from everyone.
Cecily
a wonderful ode to Snow
thanks for sharing
Hi L.B. Mek,
Thank you for your note. Snow is beautiful especially when we capture its moment is words.
Cecily
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