Powder Down
Flurries come in abundance from the atmospheres
Snow reveals the powder down from clouds
No sound, no one knows but someone cares
The cascades, the turning trees, bent bushes
They all put on some extra weight in solid form
Cold seems to hold each flake intact
Over bold mountains rolling
Floating on soft wind, over water ways, so much gray
The untold color of snow astounds, amazes
On the distance you dare not whisper what it means
it's name must stay a mystery
Sacred observations should remain unsaid
Calling snow red would be a blasphemy
Pure things come down from heaven clear
Soar on the old sonata songs in silence
Powder down along the winding river
Building perfect drifts by frozen banks to cover winter
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
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