(sonnet attempt #XXIII)
XXIII
The air is white with steadily falling snow.
Which burying so imperceptibly,
Yet likewise creating in powdering
A landscape familiar yet unknown.
How beautiful the barren world now grows:
As generously frosting delicately
The verdure, trees, as well ev'rything,
Delightful scenery again unfolds.
Great mounds oft oddly-shaped betray th'old scene,
As like a moonscape this new one appears.
White-laced tree skeletons, now clothed serene
Entice the wond'ring eye, no more austere.
Snow leveling the landscape white and clean,
We venture out afresh as pioneers!
17Jan11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 'Twas snowing 'fore daybreak, gradually increasing through the day, and casually reflecting on it as I breakfasted, I began tentatively to compose....I am rather frustrated though, with how it reads...go on tear into it...or maybe I'll edit it....more.
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Comments2
Nothing wrong with this in my mind it is very well composed.
Yay! Thank you VERY much! I did so want feedback and another opinion than my own. Thanks again!!
Nicely written, I enjoy
Thank you, I appreciate that.
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