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 _______________________________________________________________ For The Contest: "Colors" Sponsored by Tammy Reams 11/1/15