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Bonnie Potter Poem
I look out my window
and what do I see?
A blanket of snow
where fields used to be.
This blanket of white
that covers the ground
and glistens at night
is not made of down.
Flakes of snow fall down
from the winter clouds
to form this velvet gown
that lies upon the ground.
You can’t snuggle in it
like a quilt on your bed,
but you can jump in it,
or ride it on a sled.
A graceful brown doe
and a fluffy gray hare
tromp through the snow
leaving many tracks there.
The prints that now show
make a lovely design
in the quilt made of snow,
so fluffy and fine.
You can make a snow angel.
You can make a snowman.
Or you can hold a ball
of snow in your hand.
The stars that shine at night
glisten on the bright snow.
The moon gives off its light
and the blanket seems to glow.
As the sun shines in the sky
and the days grow warm and long,
I have to say good-bye.
The snow blanket now is gone.
Night Garden
Copyright © Bonnie Potter | Year Posted 2007
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Bonnie Potter Poem
The garden at night
in the moon light
doesn’t look the way
that it does in the day.
The moon light shines down
upon the dark ground
making shadows fall
while night creatures crawl.
You won’t see a bird.
No bees will be heard.
Although you might see
a night owl in a tree.
A bat in the sky
flies swiftly by.
No butterflies are about,
but the moths have come out.
As moths flutter around
making eerie sounds
that disturbs the darkness
and the swirling night mist.
A cat on the prowl,
the hoot of an owl,
the chirp of a cricket
hid inside a thicket.
The rocks on the ground
form shapes all around.
Images of things
in the daylight unseen.
The moonlit path trail
winds around like a snail,
weaving out and in
back to where it began.
The roses are dim.
You can barely see them
by the ghostly light
in the garden at night.
Copyright © Bonnie Potter | Year Posted 2007
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