The sky cried snow into the moonlit night
Its frost bitten tears floating endlessly
A waterfall of soft silvery flakes descending
To cascade the world with the winter’s fall
Flittering like a thousand whirling pale ghosts
Sweeping the weeps of the sunless heavens above
Masking the grim grey streets with shiny snow white sheets
Flooding all with a crisp cold cover of numbness
Shrouding the globe with winter’s exquisite shawl
The morning dawns and the sky sighs, opening sunlit eyes
Its orbs glaring a glistening glow upon the seeming sea of pale
That echoes silent waves across the frozen, still earth
Now muted by the horn of winter’s call
winter's call. good one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem about winter. A good write