As I draw open my curtains in the early hours of the morning, the brightness of the sheer white blanket suddenly awakens me.
The sun is also out reflecting on the layer like a parade of bombarded but delicate pearls.
The sheer white layer still untouched… so pure and virginal…
What a scenic surprise!
What a rare occurrence!
What a magnificent day!
The towering dark trees standing so pretty covered all white.
Each coated branch shimmers and glitters so modest in the sun.
Just like crystal figurines on show in the streets.
Out of the blue gushes of children come out to play.
The tiny patter of feet christens the snow.
The sheer white layer is no longer untouched… but what a joy!
The wonder of snow…
Beautiful imagery Premila...takes me back to the winter snows...Fi 10+++
These verses are very nicely written and are very creative. Enjoyed reading this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this stuff is like watching it live on the big screen. Lovely write.