blizzard by morning
sound of snow plows on wet streets
winter wonderland
Snowfall drifts softly in the quiet of dawn,
a whisper reminding me that some seasons are gone.
Each flake on my lashes dissolves like a sigh,
reminding my heart it's allowed to untie.
I release what once warmed me,
the love I outgrew,
not bitter, not broken, just honest and true.
The past settles gently in blankets of white,
a memory now fading in winter's soft light.
And ahead lies a landscape untouched and unknown,
a path without footprints, a world of my own.
The future invites me with calm, open air,
a promise of something new waiting for me there.
As I step through the snowfall, letting go of the ache,
trusting the beauty of each new choice I make.
For moving isn't losing, it's learning to see,
that the unknown can be gentle, and set my heart free.
A flurry of flake
Up there in the sky,
Makes this heart ache
And... nearly sigh
A simple wonder
All of it's own,
Like rain and thunder
When you're alone
Coming to call
Without a sound,
A sudden snowfall
Is heaven found.
Tiny, silver crystals sprinkle the earth
as they float slowly down
from the place of their birth.
Peppering white along the brown,
in the cold they may be found.
From frostiness they are born,
iciness follows them to the ground,
piercing like a thorn
Many there are
yet none are quite the same.
They have six sides whether near or far,
and their intricate designs are their fame.
Yet each is very small,
in large groups they strike fast
and leave piles that are tall
when the tempest is past.
They bring coldness to the touch
and get caught in your hair.
With unpleasantness of such
they even scare away the bear.
The wind whistles in your ear
as it sends the snow floating down.
And all that you can hear
is that there is a blizzard in town.
Although very unpleasant
when blown in your face.
When all its energy is spent
it is peaceful throughout space.
It is safe to step outside
and as you can guess,
there is no need to hide.
You may forget
all the unpleasantness
for gone is all the wind's blow.
And all that lies
is a fine layer of snow,
and of the ghastly weather
there are no ties.
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white dust on black bark~
the squirrel's frantic footprints
erase themselves too
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soft hush
white crush
winters first snowfall
freshly brightens the drab ground ~
snowflake radiance
reflections of peace
coat petals in twilight’s tears
dewy eyed dreamer
dreaming of roses
gentle grace, lost in praises
comforting angels
wings of love, survive
snow on hills, enduring stars
blessings of starlight
wondering snowflakes
risk the fall, betraying hearts
who believe, thorns prick
lavender blushing
wind’s song rising in the hills
restoring lost souls
glistening flurries
reassure the worried heart
forever in song
roses trembling, soft
like the fresh snow, falling soft
clouds of grace and charm
winter roses call
quiet as the stars, dazzling
dreams still breathe, sweet peace
Reading the poem someone wrote,
Memories brood in the quiet night.
Want to leave it behind,
It's falling like a snow.
It is increasing and it is scary.
In the frozen soil,
Flowers aim to the sky,
I wonder where I can go,
Want to feel the warmth of my hands.
Like someday the flowers will bloom,
Without leaving footprints in the snow.
snow softly falls white
shimmering dust that coats all
glints in early moon
altering our perception
of our familiar landscapes
young tree limbs soon bend
under the weight they carry
as midnight passes
slow softening the edges
of disappearing landscapes
blanket now complete
undulating white vista
as the dawn reveals
memories we need to see
our now forgotten landscapes
it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints of hope, imprints
revealing what it means to see
silence at war with nature’s breath
it laughs at the hurried steps
of a heart rushing past
autumn’s light as she breathes
her caress, against the sun
who blends with the forest
to calm every ache, each storm
beyond the music of the leaf’s
quiet fall, the dance of fall
silence, she weeps through it all
her pen soothing away the sound
interfering with her muted breath
glistening, gently tumbling
washing hearts pure, humbling
resounding lights, mumbling
glitter alive, flakes fumbling
snow glowing bright, as I’m stumbling
through the wonderful, grumbling
so each flake sails, escapes – bumbling
glistening, gently tumbling…
on the edge of the winter’s rumbling
Snowing
Hard the wind is blowing
A blizzard
Like some wizard
Went and turned the world white
What a sight
So cold
I feel my old
My dog huddling
Cuddling
At my side
My puppy powered heater warming my hide
I confide
Hear that wind a blowing
The embers of the fire a glowing
From some tree
I cannot see
Falls a branch full of snow
Can feel that cold wind blow
So much snow fall
Can't see far at all
A world a rocking
Branches knocking
Like I'm in a glass ball
Shaking so the snow would fall
A winter wonderland of my own
The violence the storm has shown
Blow, blow, blow
On with the show
Till you blow yourself out
I hear you shout
Shaking the ground
With your mighty sound
No matter how hard you get
I'll be still standing yet
Give me your best
I'll withstand your test
Tomorrow I'll be here
Never fear
Brother wind
I'll never bend
If this is the best you can send
I'll survive
Make it out alive
I am stronger than you
No matter what you do
I stand tall
So let the snow fall
The wind blow
It is all just another show
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." ~ Anne Bradstreet
Winter’s quick wind slips shadows through my soul,
Risking dawn’s light, leaving a mournful glow.
Deprived winking stars, moon will still console,
Grasping night with promise of graceful flow.
Wintery breath clasps the silent snow’s fall,
Rescuing each flake with cool, frosty thanks.
Gasping at the dance, beauty not so small,
Braving the night, gentling even snowbanks.
Wintertime comes and goes, leaving light trails,
Glistening joys, falling from the night skies,
Racing to meet life with enticing tales,
Memories of sweet love that never dies.
Winter’s easy light glows into the night,
Moving souls to hear its legend so bright.
Before the snowfall
People decorated
Outside of their homes
everyone has a
Different theme ideacolor
Some do roofs tops
The lights bright colors
The bare trees are lit
While wrapped on the bottom
Bushes wrapped in lights
Stairs railings have lights
One or two strings
When it darkness
All lights will shine
Lightening the darkness
With the pretty lights
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