A Snowy Evening Walk Poem by Eve Roper

This woods once rich with leaves,
brushed kiss from the wind then stolen by thieves
now latent bow by snow.
Its touch glistening glow
melt tears, I think I know
to watch allurement flow its caress weaves.

Sun make its way across
the sky sinks out of reach and wins the toss.
A peace in the wood walls,
stunning, once the night falls,
nocturnal creature calls.
Different kinds of loveliness emboss.

Dazzling glow, eyes of light,
a sea of darkness, stars winking good night
while nature falls asleep,
and nighthawks rise to peep.
Cold threaded fingers keep
on snowy evening walk, no one in sight.

Snowflakes resume to flow,
these woods within our grasp such wealth of snow.
The only sound's, the graze
of chilled wind wounds and raise
the fall of flakes that lays.
On a snowy evening walk tempting so.

Copyright © Eve Roper 12/25/2017