RoseAnn V. Shawiak Snow Poems

Windows curtained from inside, keep all eyes from prying,
not wanting anyone to take away from them, chapels stay
hidden until you step inside.
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Melodies happily playing in my mind, taking me through
fields of snow, white and glimmering.

Shadows touching it gently, not wanting to disturb any
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Watching black snow fall gently, quietly into her soul,
cleansing, calming, soothing it from the pain it has beheld.

Caressing, hugging, the frightened little child, attempting
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Crystal palaces flowing imaginarily into a dreamy
existence, showing dispositions of happiness.
Wandering hallways and corridors, finding treasures
hidden behind dust cloths of yesterday.
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Listening to music, country western, fitting to this
wonderful day, line dancing with the children, every-
one having fun.
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Snow filled deserts being thought about, loving the
coolness being brought about, sullen, yet precious,
watching and looking through those left from the past.
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Light falling upon the band like colored rainbows of
snowflakes covering everything in shadows of snow as
it's piling in drifts all over the yard and street.
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A stillness being created within depths of this soul,
silent and beautiful like a winter's night, falling
and growing into many feet of cold snow.
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Snow-capped mountains reaching into the blue sky, looking down into
their deep canyons, feeling their heights while flowing over them,
shadows curling up in the midst of their curves and rocky ledges.
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Watching as snow-capped mountains appear in memories of
yesterday, recalling many moments of wonder, curiosity
and delight at their reflections.
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Reaching for brilliant stars above, twinkling brightly in
this poetical mind, giving a sensation of wonder that now
cuddles closely, encouraging love to grow towards you.
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Capturing imagination, enticing it's ambitions into the
brilliance of interior spheres, a ringing blended with
the chemistry of attitudes, clicking automatically with
artistic abilities.
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Winter breezes touching me silently, snow falling gently
upon the shoulders of my mind.

Running and jumping into snow drifts, laughing, freezing
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