A poem about my love for the snow. |
In quiet whispers, snowflakes fall, A silent dance, a gentle call, While others scorn the winter’s pall, I find delight in nature’s thrall. Each flake unique, a work of art, A fleeting moment, a tender part, Of winter's tale, it warms my heart, As coldness wraps the world in art. While others curse the icy chill, I watch the world grow soft and still, In snow's embrace, a magic thrill, A hush that makes my spirit fill. The world transformed in silent white, A canvas pure, a wondrous sight, In every flake, a trace of light, That brings my soul profound delight. Though some may grumble, turn away, I cherish each snow-kissed display, In winter's touch, I find my way, And let my heart with snowfall play. For in the snow, a peace I find, A quiet grace, a gentle mind, While others fret, I’m intertwined, With nature’s gift, our fates aligned. Embracing snow, despite the cold, I see the beauty life can hold, In every flake, a story told, A winter’s love, serene and bold. |