Gary Bryson

Snow Dance - Poem by Gary Bryson

Pillowy powder
Falls from the sky,
I gaze in wonder,
As the white flakes fly.
Dancing and swirling,
Through the air,
Like an aerial ballerina,
Without a care.

It lands on the leaves,
On the trees and the grass,
It is silently pretty,
But I know it won’t last.
But just for the moment,
I am taken away,
By the still quiet beauty,
That is here for the day.


Comments about Snow Dance by Gary Bryson

  • (11/14/2017 10:51:00 AM)

    This could be a really beautiful song (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/16/2015 11:17:00 AM)

    This is nice poem to read, I liked it.10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (12/16/2015 9:35:00 AM)

    You have painted a nice picture of the snowflakes dancing in the sky. Truly only a poet would have thought of this.
    Well done!
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  • (12/16/2015 9:30:00 AM)

    Fantastic narration of snow fall, in the form of silent dance of snow flakes. Enjoyed the beautifully portrayed nature during snow fall. Thanks.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (12/16/2015 5:40:00 AM)

    lovely.. the dance of snow flakes in silent motion.. the stillness and the white so clearly visualized.. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/16/2015 4:44:00 AM)

    The still quiet beauty of the land. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Kenneth Maswabi (12/16/2015 4:32:00 AM)

    A lovely poem worthy to be enjoyed.Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (12/16/2015 12:47:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem on flying snowflakes. Soothing to read. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • (4/11/2006 3:23:00 PM)

    Gary What a wonderful poem I can just feel all those snow flakes dancing around my garden but I have to tell you I ponly like snow when I am indoors. It's a great poem. cheers Sylvie (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2006 3:36:00 PM)

    thank you Gary! I love snow and this poem definitely has a feeling for snow. A lovely poem to start my day with...! (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2006 3:28:00 PM)

    Beauty is a fleeting thing often captured only in a single moment, a snapshot in time.Wonderful poem, Gary.

    Warm regards,

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

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