Kenneth Cheney Poet Free verse

Snow

Gently, Gently, Gently;
The snow gathers round;
Silently, Silently, Silently;
It rises with no sound;
Softly, Softly, Softly;
It blankets the ground;
Gleaming white in the morning light;
From warm window view, 
A man can delight;

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Darlene De Beaulieu February 18, 2020 at 6:09 PM Hello Kenneth Cheney, a man can delight in the snow if he has nowhere to go. But when in a snow storm man does not delight because he has to shovel out . Hav a nice evening my friend.

Gershon Wolf February 12, 2020 at 8:06 PM The repetition captivated me, Kenneth! Kudos, Gershon

Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2020 at 3:14 PM sweet and soothing poem, Kenneth! Kenneth Cheney February 12, 2020 at 5:41 PM Well thanks

Charles Messina February 12, 2020 at 4:59 AM The first snow storm is always the best, after that, I agree with you wholeheartedly...It is most delightful, from the window view (lol) Nice write, Kenneth. -Charlie Kenneth Cheney February 12, 2020 at 5:41 PM Charlie thanks for the comment. Stay warm.