Rhythms of swirling, roiling snow silently falls
On wooded glens, around the ponds and lakes
Descending graceful puffs of downy flakes,
My spirit wanders near, enclosed in shawls
Of wonder here, my faithful mind recalls.
The timeless scenes are beautiful and makes
My path and tread so pause in searching shakes
To watch the stormy skies in waiting drawls.
But here, my feet are growing cold and damp
I seem enchanted gazing deep in thought,
Yet here I am, so cold as shivers seep;
To watch the world lay claims of fluffy vamp
And steal the grains of sand and coldly wrought
My soul in purest rays of joy, to keep.
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I read this several times and the imagery is immaculate. It flows so nicely and I feel I am there. You draw the reader in so well and keep them hanging on 'til the end. Bravo!
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