I Went Walking
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
it had snowed softly on this cold, cold night;
homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
a lonely snowflake kissed my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
park benches buried in the pure white snow;
quietly an icy and frosty river still ripples to flow,
and the shops are luminous in the town center.
At a church stained glass panes were welcoming,
the pristine snow laying on the steps in tranquility;
I bowed my head in prayer recalling memories of my family,
as snowflakes were falling and whispering.
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March 20, 2020
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/I Went Walking
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1235-997-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Strand Choice E
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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