Away from busy streets are nature’s reservoirs -
beds of ground which by November have gone brown.
Beneath a canopy of sparkling stars
they’ll lie in peace when winter lays its velvet blanket down.
November’s earthen beds, once fields of green,
await the thick white quilt that flakes from sky will bring.
How beautiful they’ll shine in moonlight. How pristine -
until their blanket is removed by warmth of spring!
Written 11/10/12 by Andrea Dietrich
for Gail Angel Doyle's "Winter's Blanket" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich