Snow On The Pines Poem by Hm. Nes

Snow On The Pines



Reclining slowly,
Softly to the ground,
Pressed without a sound
By the gentle mounting
Of new fallen snow.

Lush boughs descending,
Bending, though no fear
Molests her beauty dear;
For melting snow will extend
Her life once again.

Sunday, February 15, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,snow
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Hm. Nes

Hm. Nes

Plainview, Texas
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