by: Joan Adams Buechell
When it's winter in the Valley
and my breath hangs in the air,
The snow will crunch beneath my feet
and glisten in the air.
The stars at night light up my world
so I never walk alone;
It's clear and crisp and beautiful
in the Valley I call home
Hi Ivette Angel - We had our first snow today - so i know just what you mean - a drab landscape - overnight - becomes a winter wonderland! 'The stars light up my World - so I never walk alone - It's clear crisp and beautiful - In the Valley i call home'. This is lovely and you are an Angel and each star represents an Angel - The PH family are Angels and we all support each other. We would all love to see more Poems written or chosen by you - you are lovely. Love you in Poetry - Soul Mate JOHN. ..
you called it home...i must say you like this poem by joan adams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter is simply... the best.