Quiet Picturesque Scene

As the morning snow falls~

Flakes plenty descend in silence~

Making the landscape~

A life event to cherish.

A landscape abandon by wildlife~

Void of usual frolicking of neighborhood birds~

Creates a lonely chill~

As I realize amazing not even is there wind to be heard.

Trees snow covered~

With bowing down branches paying reverence~

As to their MAKER~

The event humbling to me~

Reminding my mind of my Almighty CREATOR.

The bird bath piled with white~

Resembles a snow cone to my delight! ~

As there is not even a breeze~

I realize the chimes hanging from the porches beam~

Is so still that it feels in dire plight~

Almost begging to dance free to my sight.

On the garden path~

A clay angel has been tipped by the heaviness of~ Rapid snow~

Off balancing the poor little~

Terracotta soul.

Tilted piled with the non ending~

Weighty white soaked laced handkerchief ~

Tiz not as much the oriental lamps fault~

As the black iron hooked leaning staff in which it is hanging~

Struggling barely now to stay attached~

As the decorative lantern is endangered to fall dangling.

As my mind ponders the deafness of empty hush~

On this here mountain top~

I have moments thinking that life is stifled and dull~

Yet than I must admit the quiet picturesque scene~

Is unique and beautiful as it be.

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv

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