How silently the snow descends,
Like tiny angel wings.
And kisses lightly every branch,
So lovingly it clings.
It clothes the earth in radiance,
And purity serene.
No spot can mar the perfect white,
Of God's own winter scene.
He shook the pillows out above,
Where heavenly heads find rest.
And sent the feathers gently down,
To find an earthly nest.
The flakes come thick and faster now,
Swirling to and thro.
I gaze entranced, it's wonderful!
So sit and watch the snow.
Ah, beautiful serenity. My heart finds a peaceful place to repose in this calming picture you have painted with words... superb.
Wonderful winter poem Shaun abounding with vivid imagery! It certainly engages the senses. Consequently, It's a snowflakes are faliing all around inspired five from me!
Like tiny angle wings... marvelous use of simile! A magnificent piece.... loved it.5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple perfection Shaun. I will dream of it tonight. Bravo!