Snowflakes dancing along in the air,
all tantalisingly twirled with care.
Flurries of white floss whirling in flight,
landing and dusting all objects in sight.
Silently descending, down they glide,
chasing each other, so far, so wide.
A lace curtain hung across the sky.
A soft quilt, the land, to occupy.
Ice crystals in six fold symmetry,
Feathery spots of embroidery.
Every design unique to the eye,
patterns unseen, as they float by.
Oh, what delight to watch their descent,
tumbling about to such extent,
that a blanket is laid over the ground,
where heavy footsteps can make no sound.
Catch one, but it will dissolve away,
our hand too warm for it to stay.
But how we love this wintry treat,
of crisp frozen snow beneath our feet.
© Ernestine Northover
This rings out true, the simplicity and wonder, the innocence and purity of that quite moment looking out and across the land as it is cover by such a cleansing blankett Brilliant poetry Ernestine But that seems your way, , WONDERFUL! ! ! Love duncan X
Detail grandeur, that only a master imagist can deliver....that be you, young lady! Excellent Work! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
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A poetic delight to tantalize all the senses. Your images are original and gently evocative. Your poetic phrasing - immaculate. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥