Heaven’s white dust
Sprinkles heavily down
Blown with great gust
To cover the ground
Falling towards the earth
Worn like shrouds
Delay New Year’s rebirth
Limbs frozen in time
Makes everyone sneeze
Its power sublime
Fingers kissed by the cold
Running carefree
What a sight to behold
Cheers hibernated souls
Melts winter fresco
Starts one’s personal goals
We received about 5 fresh inches of heaven's white dust last night. So pretty today!
ReplyDeleteThat's probably what we have and it seems they're still cleaning. :D Pretty, but difficult to maneuver around. Thanks for stopping by and stay safe.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..as it is.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ana. I appreciate your input. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely poem, Bea. Keep them coming.
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Thanks, Kimmi. :D I appreciate it.
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