The Wonder Of Snow Poem by Premila Patel

As I draw open my curtains in the early hours of the morning, the brightness of the sheer white blanket suddenly awakens me.
The sun is also out reflecting on the layer like a parade of bombarded but delicate pearls.
The sheer white layer still untouched… so pure and virginal…
What a scenic surprise!
What a rare occurrence!
What a magnificent day!
The towering dark trees standing so pretty covered all white.
Each coated branch shimmers and glitters so modest in the sun.
Just like crystal figurines on show in the streets.
Out of the blue gushes of children come out to play.
The tiny patter of feet christens the snow.
The sheer white layer is no longer untouched… but what a joy!

The wonder of snow…