Softly, ever so quietly he came
Blanketing my world at night.
It wasn't until the morning,
I'd see the beautiful sight.
It glowed the purest of the pure,
Blinding me with all its white,
Tiny diamonds, dancing all around,
When hit with warm sunlight.
The simpleness of fresh fallen snow,
Urging with all it might
Come dance,
Frolic,
Have pleasure in me
Winters picturesque, quaint delight.
January 21, 2010
2 comments:
Lovely poem, beautiful photo. I love "tiny diamonds dancing all around"
Reminds me of a memory with Mom, I was convinced there were diamonds in the snow, and she kept saying, no it's the light. So I had to go see for myself! Alas, she was right.
Thank you sister ♥ I'm sure mother was amused by your curiosity.
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