Blanket of powder
pristine and white
falling so gently
in morning light.
Snowflakes
they tickle
they rest on my cap
all others are sleeping
a long winter nap.
A lonely deer wanders
the path that I see
I track her footsteps
a comfort to me.
Sprinkle, its coming
snow settles down
all nestled in
our small town.
Your pictures are great, but your poetry is inspiring and moves my spirit every time I read your poetry. It truly serves the soul a bowl full of needed inspirational porridge. I light up every time I see that you have a poem to share.
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Beautiful, lg. There's a hush in the snowfall that is just lovely...and your poem captures that feeling perfectly. Gorgeous shot!
ReplyDeleteWe have 2 or 3 flakes falling - of course, I am pulling for the kind of snowfall you picture, but I think it probably won't happen. :)
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ReplyDeletewelcome link in 1 to 3 poems to our potluck tonight, we are open within 3 hours...
Happy Sunday!
Blessings!
Keith~ Thank you so much. That is so 'dang' sweet! :)
ReplyDeleteTalon, That is the road that goes down from our house. It was quiet and lovely this AM but NOW we have a howling blizzard on the way with drastically falling temps; I'll keep you posted!
Lynn! Yes, Atlanta (I think that that is where you are... :))will be warmer! Will it stay on the ground (for you) I wonder? Keep me posted!
Jingle Poetry,
Thanks so much! Not sure of I can get on tonight as we have some very inclement weather on its way
and I am a bit preoccupied! Thank you for the invite; keep prodding me (if you will; I appreciate it!)
:):)