Quiet were the fields in winter white
Silent were the songs of every bird.
Bemused, creation watched the jeweled snow
Come gently, thickly falling, scarcely heard.
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This is so lovely, peaceful and still, full of imagery and a pleasure to read, thank you, Lynda xx
Very pleasing to my winter soul. This beautiful poem makes me long to watch those snowflakes dancing down, each one as unique as a poem thought. You paint well with words. Love, Sandra
Oh what a beauty nature when blankets white as dappled green by the corn field snow when felling wordless over the grin winter as crown when swaddling across the bird`s songs.............nature when raves up by the luscious white still across the pine leaf when mired chilled, a scientillating art of of nature when painted white, exqusite expression with ingenuity yet lucid, well penned 10++, thanks for sharing
Kate, I lulled in the warmth of your Blanket of White...it truly is a lovely poem. You really are the best! Fondly, Dorothy