Snow Dust

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until The next seasons change takes place. Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice, Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below. Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance, Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into A winter wonderland of frost and white icings Gleaming brilliance. A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within The heavens above, a glittering field of gems Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon. In this picturesque display, the writer ponders Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful Hands of creation, to be able to create such Beauty on this frozen canvas, and the poet Is left in awes wake of hushed expression. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN