Snow
gently falls
Covering
the trees
Like frosting
on a cake
He
stands tall and fierce
Against
the harshness of winter
And the
cold of being alone
Buried deep
within the ground
The frozen
earth protects the seeds
With memories
of summer past
Summers
of sunshine
When laughter
fell like rain
At just
the right moments
The sunrise
promises spring
With its warmer
days
And the
newness of growth
He breathes
in the life
That gives
hope for tomorrow
And warms
his tired bones
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The snow is falling down, down,
ReplyDeleteDown, down upon the town.
Looking like white sugar flakes.
Making houses look like cakes.
Oh how I wish that I could eat
All the cakes along the street.
Written at about age 8.
Such delightful, wonderful talent! Thanks for sharing.
DeleteLove the poetry! Very nice in the imagery almost makes me like the snow but prefer to breathe in the warmth of spring!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Heather!
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DeleteThat really is wonderful imagery. Thanks for reposting.
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