Snow of solitude
and silver white,
sunlight yellow pale
in a silent sky,
drift together,
weather tied
and cold
as the old year stills
and purifies its soul.
Sally Plumb
the musicality in this poem is amazing... and indeed there is something purifying when snow blankets the earth.....
Poetic eloquence in a perfect dose from a small bottle. Much enjoyed Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem thanks for sharing: o) p.
Thankyou for your kind remark. Sally