White Snow
WHITE-- PURE, pristine is the sugar coat, that's heaped like a SILVER crown
WHITE-- Eggshell ice makes a cracking SOUND, where the lake is edged with BROWN
WHITE---While SCENT of morning air smells fresh, ORANGE sun is overhead
WHITE---A TASTE of cream, in coffee, BLACK, before I grab the sled
WHITE--- I FEEL the warmth of friendship's GOLD, as we play once more in snow
(Pure, Silver, Sound, Brown, Scent, Pink, Taste, Black, Feel, Gold)
Mountaintops and valleys, are adorned with PURE white snow
The river sparkles SILVER, where strands of ice-cold water flows
Change came without a SOUND, as snow disguised the ground
to cover trees in velvet, leaving traces all around.
BROWN fence posts wear their new white hats, displaying with a flair
While hay bales seem like pillows, stacked, and snowbirds build their lair
Fresh SCENT of pine, is in the air, and frost is our breath
All familiar sights transformed,....to wear a different dress
We'll watch the ORANGE sun gently rise, upon new fallen snow
Reflecting rainbow satin jewels, wherever it may go
With a TASTE of winter at my door, I'm like a child again
Until the sky turns BLACK tonight, to urge me back indoors
I FEEL that child has surged through me......who never will grow old
The snow that came, the peace it brings,.... worth more than pots of GOLD
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For The Contest: "Colors" Sponsored by Tammy Reams
11/1/15
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