Snow, a Poem about Beauty, Poetry Rhapsody in White, Snow Angels, Ski Trips and beautiful Snowy Castles.

On my way to my Writing Group held at the local Library, it started to snow. The blinding beauty of the swirling snowstorm caught my attention so that I could not concentrate on our leader's call to write on a specific subject. Instead I wrote a poem inspired by the beauty of the developing scene. The dirty parking lot was coated in pure white and the trees were similarly draped. A very dull scene was transported into total beauty. A strange hush engulfed us as if we were suddenly made deaf. Everything was muted and soft. Even the passing cars made no sound. We had entered a different world.

Strangely the meeting room featured some amazing examples of quilling, a Victorian craft which uses paper tubes like drinking straws. These examples were all of snowflakes in intricate detail. A further inspiration.

Here is my poem. I hope you enjoy it and can visualize the peaceful scene.

Snow

Snow, let it blow

Let it come and deck our scene

Let it cover,let it show

Where every one has been.

White and soft, white and clean

We look and see the perfect dream

Let it cover to be seen

Our newborn landscape flows like cream.

White and cold, for the bold

To slide and ski and make a mould

Snow Angels tell of children's joys

Snow men rise like giant toys.

Crisp and clean the trees take shape

Beautiful with their pure white drape

The landscape in its Sunday best

The earth lies silently at rest.