The city's a pearl
Under this blanket of white
The morning is paralyzed
Since it started last night
Mountains of snow
Surrounding my street
All is so silent
I shall go back to sleep
When I woke up
I saw cotton trees
And around them
Squirrels roaming free
Digging up their treasures
Wherever they may be
What a post card picture
This has turned out to be
Under this blanket of white
I feel majestically free.
C. Vergara
01.28.2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Well thought out and elegantly penned with clarity of mind. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing.