Memories glint in the light of morning,
of dark night,
falling snow.
These are muted now,
more than a decade having past...
Still,
it is clear how it sparkled,
oh, how it glittered,
in the first morning light.
Personifying peace,
silence, tranquility.
Resting easily on the trees,
rooftops, and cars.
Before bare feet touch the floor,
before crusty eyes glance outside,
the world knows it has happened.
Everything is brighter.
My eyes blur,
looking past the moment,
to moments long since gone.
This harsh reality fades a moment,
and I am six years old again,
rushing to get bundled up
so I can make snow angels.
Author notes
Pic Cred: SNOW by thalia29 at deviantArt.
Background Cred: Autumn Snow by mymamiya at deviantArt.
A contest entry
- SNOW by trekkergirl.
600 points, ended August 28, 2008, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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no words can discribe the perfect snow and i find myself in awww win i read this the feeling and state in wich the tone and emption given off is overwellming.........absalutly amasing
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you know sometimes when you see pics like this you remember how cool the snow was, but when it get here you remember how cold it is, lol, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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This is sweet. I like it. Thanks for joining my contest and good luck
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woooo beautiful write but ummmmmm
nooooo snow yet please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEHE
TAsha
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Wow...
That's beautiful. Wow. I don't usually find myself quite so awestruck...
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Awww. Thankies.
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