Soft snow falls like white endless feathers,
dancing to a song that only winter can hear.
Icicles hang from frosted boughs and bushes,
at no known time shedding an icy tear.
Frozen berries glimmer crimson in the light,
and a soft shimmer settles on the snow.
The pure white domains the trees and plants,
laden they are forced to bend and wilt low.
Soft. What music is sung by the distant sighs,
a drowsy mist obscures the entrancing sight.
A melody played upon the frozen lips of air,
a melody that only newborn Spring shall fight.
Clean and white fall the enchanting flakes,
a hazy shimmer floats all around the sky and air.
Soft and gentle as downy feathers, harsh as fire,
frost and ice sing from their Queen's lair.
Snowflakes are yet the dancers and the wind is the tune,
the melody that whispers and sighs to winter's cold.
Soft the snow melts and fades into emerald green,
once winter has fled let the joy of Spring unfold.
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Poetry and Lamentations
PoetrySome poems about nature and serene landscapes. I would call it an anthology. However, some poems are Lamentations so therefore, may be quite despairing and upsetting.
