Upon the silent fields the white snow falls,
A gentle quilt laid soft by nature's hand,
It muffles every sound, the world enthrals,
Transforming dreary earth to sparkling land.
The branches bow beneath the icy lace,
While hedgerows don their winter's fine array.
A hush descends, a tranquil, hallowed grace,
Where footprints mark the wanderer's ballet.
The chilly air, so crisp, so pure, so clear,
Delights the soul and flushes rosy cheek.
Each flake unique, a miracle made here,
A fleeting beauty few of us may seek.
Dear snow, you teach our hurried hearts to slow,
And watch the quiet wonder as you grow.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The beauty of the snow is wonderful.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
- Users favorite of this poem: Dominic Windram
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Comments4
And for some - there it is - then gone! Not quite 'if you blink you'll miss it', but gone!
Very true Orchi, thank you.
Andy
Back to rain now?!
A wonderful sonnet on winter snow Andy it is beautiful when it first falls before it starts to melt. Nicely written
Thank you soren, it certainly is beautiful when it has first fallen.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Your sonnet up to your usual impeccable standard, Andy... Nice to know you are in a position not to be unduly inconvenienced by climate change.
Most kind Dave. thank you.
Andy
I think that this poem effectively evokes a kind of fragile beauty which I really appreciate.
Thank you Dominic, much appreciated.
Andy
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