The Morning Snow
The Morning Snow
The morning snow was just
beginning the sun had yet
to rise
The snow that fell from the
night was glittering before
my eyes.
Daylight is swiftly approaching
and it's that time,
To write another poem; for that's
my calling a gift I must rhyme.
A blanket of morning snow
a beauty that cannot be contained,
Night is now just a memory
for it's time for me to proclaim!
As the winter wind blows through the leafless trees,
I start my morning prayer down on bended knees.
The wind through the trees softly sings a melody,
As it beckons the sun to ascend for us to see.
Now the freezing chill of the morning snow fades away ,
As the sun slowly comes out to brighten Gods given day.
WrittenBy: Barbie Kirk
02-26-15 10:34 am
Copyright © Rainbow Blessings | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment