Blanketed.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Blanketed.

 

Uncurtained the sight to my wakening eyes 

shows outside much lighter today.

 

Blanketed in shimmering cloak of whitest

grace the countryside

silently gloats over sequinned attack

during the night.

Massed layers of glittering curves 

trace nets of laced snowflakes

across leafless limbs, shrubs bend

under cold of white wizardry.

 

So rarely does this part of Cornwall

get icy wintered like this

chilly-bleached scene that cameras

snap folk fingering glisten before 

salt-laden warm air lifts

any chill as Ol' Sol melts local awe.

.

Wonderland white covers gardens

and fields for a mere

part of morning causing  more 

than children or dogs

to feel need for rushing outdoors

to touch, roll in or just stop 

and make some snowy-stuff balls. 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2023 05:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: A l;ittle quick scribble after opening on snow in this southern west area of Cornwall today - -- do hope you enjoy.
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  • Doggerel Dave

    It is absolutely no good attempting to convince me that snow is wonderful - even though you do it so well Fay - full marks for effort there..🙂 It's ages since I've experienced the stuff, but no length of time can assuage the memory of a struggle to fix chains on four car wheels with numb freezing hands...

    • Fay Slimm.

      Oooooh - Yes Dave I know there sure is a tough side to coping with up-country snowbound roads etc - but down in the south-west it has been almost unknown to get ice or snow so we localshave never grown up I guess. Give me the glimpse of a wonderous snowfall and I'm out there building snowmen fast as I can with glee. Thanks though so much for your visit and read of my take on the white stuff.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Thanks for your understanding, Fay, but it isn't a case of never growing up (though there's nothing wrong with that he, in a similar state, says defensively). It is a state of being perfectly adapted to your own environment , and youm be a Cornish woman through and through, I reckon....

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ha ha - - - smiled I did at yon final words - - well yu be crrect bout that too me ansum - Cornish I blong to be an proud to still love makin' spheres with the snow when it 'pears.

        • arqios

          Oh wow! We are dropping below zero in a few more days and still no sign of snow. It's rained icicles but still no snowflakes.... perhaps soon!

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ah - - hope you get a flake or two of the white stuff and strange that the snow seemed so local too and in truth did not stay for more than one day,.

          • orchidee

            Where? We say in our area! We had sharp frost which looks like snow, but not one flake of snow as yet - if I don't speak too soon!

            • Fay Slimm.

              Hope you enjoy it if it comes your way then dear Orchi.

              • orchidee

                Thanks Fay. Erm, I won't, unfortunately. Actual snow can be OK, but then dangers of ice and slipping up, etc.

              • Bella Shepard

                Your picture speaks volumes, as does your words. To love it while it lasts is a gift fleeting, but wonderful. Here in my part of the U.S. we have unseasonably warm weather, I've seen a tree budding, where is my snow? Thank you for the joy in your poem, it makes me feel happy to know that you are enjoying it so.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Yes dear Bella - our planet gives us a mixture of weather and hope you get your dose of white flakes for you soon - - Thank you for sharing my bit of excitement when snow came our way though for a only while.

                • Neville


                  my word, I know I've said it before, but you are indeed the mistress of this game of ours Fay .. x

                  not even a single flake here & I'm only a county or two away .. x

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Ah - -am happy to know a mistress am I who plays games - - who with though depends on who likes watching snowfall and loves making balls !!!! bless ya for such a welcome comment amigo and cos you have none am blowing a flake or two your way - so here goes - - whooeee ..........x



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