White Planet
Snow is falling, as quiet as a mouse;
On people and on dogs, and on our house.
A fluffy blanket now covers the street -
The cars are white, and that is neat.
Winter is the season when the whole world seems to go to sleep. The weather is cold, the ground is hard, and the trees and plants seem to be dead. Since there is little else to do, it is a time that is conducive to working hard. There isn't much else to do, and the weather seems to suggest that we must buckle down and do the things that we have been avoiding. This is not a bad thing. It can very satisfying to work hard and be creative. Creativity is part of our makeup. Without a purpose in our lives, depression would quickly set in.
Snow is falling, as quiet as a mouse;
On people and on dogs, and on our house.
A fluffy blanket now covers the street -
The cars are white, and that is neat.
I love this poem! It brings back so many memories of my childhood and my two sons growing up and the snow days off of school. They would be peeking out the window most of the night, wishing &...
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Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
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Spirals of frozen pieces in air
Flakes of crystal falling in pair
Ground laying with fair icy sand
December welcomes a paradise land
The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
It gives me a certain joy to be in a place in the forest or a shore or anywhere in nature and imagine that I'm the only person who has ever been in that exact spot. As a young boy, I would...
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Roses and lilies, all covered in white.
An image of beauty this winter night.
The first snow is breathtaking to behold.
The end of fall and the beginning of cold.
I live in Australia; we are experiencing devastating bush fires. Snow seems like a wonderland by sheer
contrast. Lovely poem, well deserved.
In the winter
Cold and frozen
Icy like a skating rink
Covered with a shiny glaze
On those cold and frosty winter's mornings when the grass crunches beneath your feet,
and you're wrapped up in layers, hats and scarves, as is everyone else you meet
When each time you exhale a breath of steam quickly disappears into the chilled air,
Thank you for your kind words, it's a great feeling to know that something I wrote is enjoyed by others, and those so far away. Kind regards -Paul
Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,