Winter's Blanket
With an expectant face turned skyward,
comes a gentle quality that is heard.
Breathing in the crispness all its own,
I watch the hypnotic falling snow.
I smile as delicate feather soft flakes,
drift to sweetly kiss lashes and face.
With my cheeks a cold blushing glow,
a calmness in me begins to grow.
Delivering a blanket of fresh fallen white,
lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice.
Standing still, I listen intently,
to the soft "hush" when snow falls gently.
Paula Swanson
For the contest: Winter's Blanket
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
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