Still Life Poem by Karen Edwards

Still Life



Dawn breaks, the muted
glow of the rising sun
unveiling a masterpiece,
a still life, painstakingly
painted by the divine.
The world transformed,
sublime russet colors of
autumn are no more.
Oaks, elms, and pines
etched in ice, glisten
in the subtle light.
Surreal sight, crystalline
glazed landscape
frosted with white.
As if the world was
dusted in diamonds in
the stillness of a winter's morn.

Thursday, December 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,snow,winter
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