Stephanie Dower

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First Snow Fall - Poem by Stephanie Dower

The moon's pale face illuminates mine,
As I stand here in the meadow.
I admire the path she's made across the water,
The path I long the tread o'er.
The long silver grass sways at my feet,
But I, like the oak, remain still.
Caressed by the wind and captivated by it's song,
I stand in Winter's early chill.
I am paralized by the unearthly silence,
Before it breaks under an owl's call.
The teeming clouds above me sigh,
And I catch the first snow fall.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 4, 2009


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