Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

Prairie Solitude

The north wind blew across the prairie plains

The pearls of snow blew  across the sea of white

Sparkling like white diamonds in the glittering sun

No sound resonated in the cold crisp clear day

It was a  moment of prairie solitude.

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Andrea Dietrich January 20, 2012 at 10:42 PM hmmmm, I came here hoping to see you had done a clerihew. haha. Do one on a famous Canadian politician or movie star, Phyllis. they are really easy to do. Luv ya, andrea

Carol Eastman January 20, 2012 at 12:01 PM Beautiful image.

Judy Ball January 20, 2012 at 9:16 AM You paint a beautiful picture here Phyllis. A really good write. Where have you been my friend. Haven't heard from you in a long time. God Bless, JB Phyllis Babcock January 20, 2012 at 9:42 AM thanks Judy- darn cold in Sk. as I bet you are too.

James Peranteau January 20, 2012 at 6:57 AM Well painted dear poet ! A beautiful vission Phyllis ! Have a wonderful weekend my friend....much love, james Phyllis Babcock January 20, 2012 at 9:43 AM thanks James

Andrea Dietrich January 16, 2012 at 5:34 PM BEAUTIFUL. Was this what you could recall of the one you said you lost? I sure hope you could retrieve most of its words. Crock pots can be very nice to use. I only drag mine out of hiding maybe four times a year!!

Barbara Gorelick January 16, 2012 at 2:21 PM A very lovely poem...I can just picture it. Well done. BG Phyllis Babcock January 17, 2012 at 8:17 AM thank you Barbara. Have a great day.

Robert A. Dufresne January 16, 2012 at 11:03 AM and that is just what this poem reflects for me. crisp clear solitude... sometimes so much needed and yet elusive. Nice going Phyllis Phyllis Babcock January 17, 2012 at 8:17 AM yes sometimes that solitude can elude us but sometimes we can see, hear and feel it--a rare occasion.