Snow and Sun
Freshly Fallen Snow
Way tucked away beyond the eyes
The earth a vestige in disguise
The trees with dulcet sugar crests
Enraptured by a snowy flesh
As sunbeams glow in lithe reprise
Betwixt the bowers; scintillant,
The sun’s resplendent filament
Where shadows die, absolved by light,
The limbus of the trees ignite
idyllically so radiant.
At dusk when branches fall and break
The skies are gray; a touch opaque,
So Rich with candor wet with passion
The air in crystals, steady crashing,
And tragedy its grace will make
Then morning starts off prominent
we reconcile the elements
then burdened we with two ranges
shovel now or snow angels
each in service of the firmament
Listen close and you will hear
The kiss of snow on branches clear
the sun emits a certain warm
thwarting ice that threatens harm
we hope the sun will reappear
But in the fields of fallen snow
Each footstep we construct will show
though the nights when snow is comfy snug
And like a quilt to branches hug
our souls are lit with fires glow.
But deep within the winter foam
You’ll find a place that no one knows
A place among the snowdrift wide
Where all the magic goes to hide
A place you’re ever calling home.
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Paul, this is a wonderful poem, very descriptive and well penned. Very nice rhyme scheme, too. Great work.
Phyillis thank you so much for your continued support. I am glad yoy enjoyed this offering.~Paul
Beautifully written dear Paul..I so loved the vivid descriptions and smooth flow of this..You have captured well the interplay of snow and sun..Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem..I enjoyed reading it..
Thank you dear friend Anjana. Thank you so much for reading this and I am glad you enjoyed it. ~Paul
I for one love the winter and the snow, nice piece Paul…
Thanks Kurt much appreciated.~Paul
Beautiful, descriptive talent which grows more obvious the more you write, my friend. Here, in each passing form, your painting takes a portrait of its own, while adding immeasurably to the picture as a whole. You “drew” me in, as I totally enjoyed this, awaiting with baited breath (I have a cold lol) each syllabic feast.
Donald thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad that you enjoyed this my friend.~Paul
A most wonderful poem and very descriptive. Enjoyed this.
Thank you so much Rasma.~Paul