Overnight the flakes had descended,
and left a carpet of pure white,
A fox awakened from his sleep,
patrolled the frosty night,
The silent frozen world had now,
become a canvas, new,
For patterns to be created,
by the feet of creatures, who
Had ventured out to sample
this delightful snowy land,
Fashioned by an invisible Master,
with his gifted hand.
His paints so subtle, had with skill,
produced true moonlight hues,
Such lovely shades of brilliant white,
soft yellows and deep blues,
An eerie earth, a changed and strange
vast open wide expanse,
Where, up above, each dainty snowflake,
had started its downward dance
And settled, on the serene landscape,
clothed, in its simple dress,
Where we imprint our patterns too,
across a snowbound wilderness.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine, your rhyme and meter was skilled on this one. The images are pure loveliness and I believe this is your finest I've read. Thanks for sharing. Raynette
Ernestine. You have captured my thoughts on one of natures gifts.I used to work in the Scottish Highlands where a lot of my projects were in remote wilderness.You have to experience the peace and tranquility of just being in a forest after a snowfall to appreciate the all consuming silence and magic, especially when the whole area is lit by moonlight reflecting off the ice and snow. Thanks for that. Sid John.
Wonderful use of imagery Ernestine, so vivid that I had to put my hat and scarf on. Love, Andrew xx
Fashioned by an invisible Master, Does this sound familiar Ernestine? Love Duncan
Your poetry imprints patterns in the mind too. Beautiful writing. Susie.
Ernestine, You have indeed painted a magnificent masterpiece, in the pristine canvas of a freshly following snow. Nickoli
Exactly the sort of thing I used to think when I looked out of my apartment window in Switzerland at this time of year. A lovely snowscape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I love the snow Ernestine.......this is really beautiful. Sincerely, Mary