Winter Storm
Winter Storm
Inside our warm and comfy bed tonight,
we'll see white sparkling flakes fly past the moon
and mounds pile up 'neath gold and silver light
where satin banks of snow and sky commune.
Protected, safe from snow storm's frigid flow,
as chill forms icicles, both large and small,
we'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moon glow
and swaying tree limb shadows on the wall.
And sleep we will as snow drifts fill the scene...
For come the morn, our spades must plow them clean.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Winter Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 12/04/2016
Rules: Include these words: silver, gold, sparkling,
flakes, icicles, drifts, and spades.
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