Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

White Dust

Winter arrived during the night
Dressing all in a coat of white
It painted the trees and tipped it with frost
Sprinkled it around like white dust.
The wind came up and started to blow
The white dust began to flow
The sun came up with an icy glow
White dust fell to the ground below
It painted a pattern on the ground
Forming several different mounds
Some were soft and white
Others became a hard, hard ice.
The suns radiated a warm glow
Melting the crystalline sheet below
The white dust continued to blow
With the new forthcoming snow.

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Audrey Haick August 5, 2011 at 4:35 PM Phyl, Congratulations on your three wonderful poems making it through the First Rounds of PS's Intl. Contest! Love, Annalise

Carol Sunshine Brown August 2, 2011 at 9:48 AM Congratulations on your poetry x3 making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest Phyllis. I wish you the best in the final round. Love, Carol

John Freeman August 2, 2011 at 8:43 AM Phyllis, Congratulations on your poems' capture of the first round. Agape, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown August 1, 2011 at 8:34 AM Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week on PoetrySoup Phyllis. Love, Carol

Vince Suzadail Jr. August 1, 2011 at 12:04 AM Congrats Phyl on "White Dust" being featured. I rather mow than lawn than blow the sidewalk. I guess my favorite album Title would be the Beach Boys "Endless Summer." God Bless. Vince

Robert Pettit February 8, 2011 at 7:19 PM Just reading this made me feel colder. This is very descriptive.

Carol Sunshine Brown December 9, 2010 at 10:23 AM It is the season to give thanks...I wish to thank you for your support and friendship this past year (2010) Phyllis. May you and yours have a wonderful Holiday Season and may the New Year (2011) bring you and yours good health, and may your hearts be overflowing with love and happiness. Love and blessings always, Carol

Sara Kendrick November 25, 2010 at 7:48 AM Very expressive and descriptive work..I am glad that I chose this one to read this morn..Sara

John Loving Iii November 25, 2010 at 7:45 AM very very good! John Henry Loving III

John Loving Iii November 24, 2010 at 11:46 AM like i said one of your best but incompleat. it's hard to come up with finishing lines but we must and we must make it sound good. trust your self and God and you'll come up with something. john

James Peranteau November 22, 2010 at 4:04 PM Ah, now this is what I'm talking about !!!! Winter ! TY for the bright today dear poet ! much love, james

Charles Melody Lightning Ink November 22, 2010 at 5:27 AM ours is all brown dust in Nigeria, but i will want to see this white dust some day. love, son.

Andrea Dietrich November 20, 2010 at 9:42 PM well, you sure can do seasonal poems yourself, dear madame!!! I'd say this is a delight, but I know what you REALLY think of that white dust. ME TOO! LUv, Andrea

Sara Kendrick November 20, 2010 at 4:39 PM That would be dangerous walking ground where the ice is frozen.I guess that you all are used to this and are prepared to deal with it.Here when we have the rare snow it nearly paralyzes everything.We have power outages which is awfull for we depend on it for everything from pumping the water from the well to heating our home.I hope that you can stay in over the weekend and take it easy since you have been sick.I was delighed that you stopped by my work and commented with such understanding..Sara

Dr.Ram Mehta November 18, 2010 at 1:29 PM You have shown here a keen sense of observation, Lhyllis

John Loving Iii November 18, 2010 at 8:04 AM a little bit more. john

Barbara Gorelick November 18, 2010 at 12:09 AM We dont get much "dust " here in California..but I loved you description. BG

Nette Onclaud November 17, 2010 at 9:58 PM lovely imagey! the last line was a smashing element of surprise, phyllis.. warmest, nette

James Marshall Goff November 17, 2010 at 8:38 PM I know this place! Phyllis....Minnesota! jimbo

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 17, 2010 at 8:24 PM Elegantly described Phyllis.. a very vivid picture u painted with your words.. the white stuff is upon us all.. we are awaiting our share luv.. enjoyed..

Poet Destroyer A November 17, 2010 at 6:44 PM I surely wish that white dust would come in my hometown,, it's rare over here,, enjoyed your lovely write,..p.d.

Carolyn Devonshire November 17, 2010 at 6:15 PM How I miss seeing the "white dust." This poem reminded me of winters growing up in the Northeast. Waking up to see new fallen snow always filled me with joy and your poem gave me that happiness again, Phyllis. Winter wonderful! Love, Carolyn