What do you get, when you get snow?
A world that's glistening bright,
In the day or in the night;
Yet without a single light.
A falling wonder to the sight,
As flakes touch us, feather-lite,
Provoking autumn's final flight.
A cold blanket of pure white,
Bringing to us winter's delight;
Nature's touch, made just right.
That's what you get, when you get snow.
© January 2010 Loyd C. Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully put with a great natural rhyme & flow to it. Thanks for sharing your talents with us once again. Spiritsong