Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Winter’s Blush
By Johna Ferguson
Winter descended as a white cloud in the night,
I awoke in the morning to a beautiful sight.
The world had been transformed before my very own eyes,
I could almost hear the laden trees let out moaning sighs.
The lawn was all covered with a foot full of snow,
It was so silent that even the wind dared not blow.
I hurriedly dressed in warm clothes, boots and all,
And headed out carefully making sure I didn’t fall.
The air was so fresh, yet the cold was so biting,
My nose felt it first like it had been hit by lightening.
In spite of it’s smoothness I discerned little marks,
All caused of course by our hungry meadowlarks.
My footprints went deep but I knew it was short lasting,
Soon the sun would be out with hot rays a blasting.
This pristine beauty would end up as nothing but slush,
But for now let its beauty be that of winter’s first blush.
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Just lovely, living in the city it is always only a very short glimpse of any sort of snow that we get..before the traffic of cars and footprints take away the magic...you sure caught it...thank you...Mary Follett
Posted by: mary follett | Wednesday, 23 December 2009 at 04:51 AM
Delightful poem!
This past weekend, I found myself looking often out of my kitchen window taking in the peacefulness and beauty of the first major fallen snow. I especially look forward this time of year seeing the cardinal (we call him our house cardinal) who never fails to appear at our bird feeder. It’s a sight to behold…red bird; white snow; snow covered green/white trees….Of course, once we humans are able to get out, the fairy-tale image ends.
Posted by: Claire Jean | Wednesday, 23 December 2009 at 07:58 AM