Melting snow trickles off my roof
and onto a bush below.
The temperature drops, as the sun slowly sets
along the horizon of yellow and gold.
Quietiness cloaks the evening like a warm
blanket on this chilly winter night.
Everything that was once green and growing,
is now under a sheet of white.
A cool breeze whirls, as the next storm rolls in,
another frigid night for you to behold.
Along comes more powdery snow,
soft, light and crisp, as cotton with a glow.
Delicate flakes shimmer, reflecting their light,
I can't stop looking at you on this night.
For tomorrow, you may be buried
or even broken by the weight you hold.
I greet you with a smile, taking one last look
and capture the beauty I've seen unfold.
That's a beautiful image you've created there. Let's hope the bush doesn't break!
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very stunning imagery,
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let it grace your place...
Thanks for sharing.
A++
How appropriate, as snow is about to trickle down in heaps upon heaps, and I fear my shoulders and back weep at this thought. I loved your poem; well constructed and flowed beautifully. Thanks for sharing. Cheers, David
ReplyDeletei capture you know because tomorrow you may be broken...and i wonder are you talking about what you see out the window...or someone...nice one shot.
ReplyDeleteSerene tone to the lines; really like the photo too. Cheers
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the great comments!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate the different points of view here.
Thoughts on Ice ~
A few years back, there was an ice storm.
It left the whole neighborhood without power for seven days.
Having a woodstove in the house, we were able to stay warm, cook food and boil water.
Other challenges appeared over time, the inevitable darkness that came by 5:00PM when the sun set for the day.
Candles became very helpful and necessary, I was glad I had some on hand.
Most people left their homes, it became a real ghost town. Armed guards walked the streets for safety, amazing and frustrating days past.
It was a long week, and it was like I imagined living before having electricity would be.
It was a big adjustment, realizing how dependant we are as a society on electricity, a true awakening.
Ice brings fear as well a bliss to me now, this poem reflects some of the emotions from that time.
Best wishes to everyone! :)
Wonderful, flash-backs to my childhood from the land of snow and cold.
ReplyDeletevery well written poetry....great one shot..pete
ReplyDeleteNice nature poem. Captured images well, made me smile.
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