Softly Winter Lies
Softly
the hard winter lies.
Sometimes obscuring,
sometimes obliterating,
always muffling
the screaming silence.
The heavy wetness
transforms the forest
into a symphony of
nature’s black and white
fine art.
January 12,2008
Julie, (this poem) is a symphony that you write Of natures winter, a splendid sight Penned on parchment - in black white! ! *10*! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work. Makes me think of a monochrome photo: -)