A cold broken blanket drifts down from the sky,
On a still growing night in the mountains up high.
As it settles on into the ground found below,
It assembles itself as a broad quilt that glows.
An owl echoes "who" through the valley just west,
As the deer take to shelter much alike do the rest.
Warm in the cabin I gaze out the window,
And I watch all the critters running through going home.
As the fire at my feet slow but surely grows dim,
My mind drifts away flowing free as the wind.
I close my eyes gently surely I know,
That the world will sleep cozy under thick layered snow.
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Author:
J.J. Cooke (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments5
Nicely done
Beautiful write.
nice nature poem spot on welcome!
WELCOME JJ ~ I guess you still have a lot of snow about in SPOKANE (great place to live in !). We have had none this Year in SE England due to increased CO2 levels causing global warming ~ but don't the President ! Love the structure of your poem ~ 12 lines and rhyming couplets ~ almost a Sonnet ! I also love the subject "The Treasures of the Snow". We have had some snow in Scotland but that is 700 miles North ! Thanks for sharing. Please check my poems ~ Thanks BRIAN (UK)
Thank you everyone. Appreciate the feedback 🙏🏻
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