Snow
The snow falls outside the window gently to the ground,
Huge white feathery flakes
I listen, but there is no sound
Memories of times past come awake.
As I sit by the warm fire, time passes by
The snow continues to fall.
Concerns of the world are not for my eye
And the importance of the book I am reading becomes quite small.
The cold wind has picked up blowing the snow around.
Red cardinals stand out against the background of white.
Seeking to eat before more snow abounds
But when I open the door, they all take flight.
When the grandeur of nature is so beautiful outside
I still choose to enjoy the warmth of the house inside.
A Sonnet
By Shelly Fine
Copyright © Shelly Fine | Year Posted 2006
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