Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Snow

Blanket of crystals
Nurturing the earth deep into its soul
Untouched until . . .
Footprints . . . 

       tracks . . . 
            snow angels . . . 
Shear delight of children can be heard
In Mother Nature’s wonderland

4 comments:

  1. I love the sheer imagery of shock -- from crisp white wholeness to trampled left behind tracks snow. I think it's an awesome picture of the peaceful nature of the snow falling in the early morning or night and then the chaos of fun in the snow. Talk about a picture book idea... I love the two opposites!

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  2. Wow...just love the first two lines so much. I am also in love with the snow and really thankful that I'm so close to work I don't need to worry about driving in it. I am a pretty awful snow driver. Today I should see some sleds out in the neighborhoord. XO

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  3. Your poem made me want to go out and make snow angels, but inside warmth and Tuesday slices made me stay inside and write comments.

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  4. Lynn,
    This description is so vivid! The image of the blanket and then the Blanky becomes less pristine as the child play with it is so perfectly described...

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