Sparkling crystals are coming down,
softly, sweetly, without a sound.
I see the white dusting o'er all
as I gaze out watching it fall.
It covers, coats and beautifies,
a masterpiece feast for the eyes.
My soul lifts to higher places.
Cleansing white ev'rything graces.
Ev'ry crack and opening's filled.
It falls through the air, crisp and chilled,
endowing each nook and cranny
with a beauty that's uncanny.
I love the snowflakes in the air,
to see them dancing ev'rywhere,
to watch them land upon my clothes
like teeny, tiny marshmallows.
I love to sit, hot mug in hand,
beholding a wint'ry woodland,
sipping a frothy chocolate
from 'neath a comfy coverlet.
Snow! Snow! Beautiful sparkling snow!
With it's lovely reflecting glow,
'twas ne'er a sight as moonlit snow!
Oh, how I love our white meadow!
softly, sweetly, without a sound.
I see the white dusting o'er all
as I gaze out watching it fall.
It covers, coats and beautifies,
a masterpiece feast for the eyes.
My soul lifts to higher places.
Cleansing white ev'rything graces.
Ev'ry crack and opening's filled.
It falls through the air, crisp and chilled,
endowing each nook and cranny
with a beauty that's uncanny.
I love the snowflakes in the air,
to see them dancing ev'rywhere,
to watch them land upon my clothes
like teeny, tiny marshmallows.
I love to sit, hot mug in hand,
beholding a wint'ry woodland,
sipping a frothy chocolate
from 'neath a comfy coverlet.
Snow! Snow! Beautiful sparkling snow!
With it's lovely reflecting glow,
'twas ne'er a sight as moonlit snow!
Oh, how I love our white meadow!
Author notes
When we moved here, I thought I was moving back to an area with snow like in my childhood, but the snow here, it turns out, is pretty pitiful. So, not only do I miss the snow of my childhood, but it is summertime...and here that typically means hot and muggy. So, here is a poem about snow...one of my favorite things.
A contest entry
- SNOW by trekkergirl.
600 points, ended August 28, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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Lovely poem. You really capture my love of the snow in this stanza:
I love to sit, hot mug in hand,
beholding a wint'ry woodland,
sipping a frothy chocolate
from 'neath a comfy coverlet.
We've had way too much of the white stuff so far this year.


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This is a wonderful poem. I like snow as well. When I was a child here in illinois the snow got deep but as I have gotten older the snow gets less deep here til now at times it seems almost nonexistent. I miss the snow of old


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What a lovely write
I love to look at snow but I hate going out in it lol. My hubby on the otherhand prays for 30 feet every year but we don't get much where we live either. Every once in a while we may get a couple of feet but that is few and far between. Thanks for sharing this amazing write
Theresa


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Thank you! I sure wish we got more snow...especially since the alternative is ice and snow!
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