32 Degrees Poem by Meredith B.
32 Degrees
Just before the first snow comes,
The lake nearby is overcome
An icy shield is spread around,
Those underneath are safe and sound.
A peaceful silence, so serene
Life still there but now unseen.
All around a blazing white
A wonderful result of the freezing night.
The last bird left a while ago,
Covered are all things that grow.
Gone are all the buzzing bees
Sleeping in 32 degrees.
Though no birds may be apparent, there may be 'winter birds', some of which have descended from 'the North', e.g. Snowy Owls, Redpolls, and Snow Buntings, ...or at least their used to be. bri ;)
I LOVE the poem, its theme, rhyming, & flow. I give stars; did I mention already?
'Those underneath are safe and sound.' ...'safe', except maybe from 'ice fishermen (or is it now 'ice fisherpersons'?) , and predator fish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:42:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a great poem! It just flows so easily!