Author: Aomera PM
Another one about the beautiful snow, I love it!Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 203 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2317667
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The Snow 24/1/07
I gazed out my window
For five minutes this morning.
The silent scene stared back at me,
Smiling as I stood statue-like,
Where before only fairies went,
My eyes tried to take in this parallel-world,
Wondering how it had quietly transformed
Since yesterday evening.
Instead it is calm and makes us feel young again-
Crushing the cold beneath our feet,
Hearing only the gentle murmur as the
Laden with new-born joy for this
'Whiteness' that covers their realms in glory.
They trample the Snow and trip-
The wings of a plane, ready to cry.
Anxiously their mothers mirror the
Steeping houses, still, listening, watching.
The child laughs
Or chuckles or grins. Wordlessly
The Snow questions the mothers' fear-
'I always catch them.' The mothers sigh,
Their fiery breath melting the air.
Satisfied with her well-admired beauty,
The people watch her blissful sleep
With awe-filled eyes and hands that are