Her cloak glistens and sparkles in the moonlight
Intricately made from icicles and snowflakes.
Gliding across the sky, flakes fall behind her
They increase as they tumble
Blown hither and thither by the breeze
Coating branches grass and houses alike
With a thin white gauze
That builds layer upon layer
She is cold to the touch
But not cold of heart
Spreading a glistening white cloth
For all to play in and enjoy
Her eyes are the purest clearest blue
With skin as pale as the snow she creates
She is a glimpse in your eye
A sparkle in the twilight
Please share your response in the comments below.
With snow fall here in Alberta, this prompt seemed appropriate.
What does the winter season bring to your mind?
I hope you enjoy my poem.
Creator of Winter
Her cloak glistens and sparkles in the moonlight
Intricately made from icicles and snowflakes.
Gliding across the sky, flakes fall behind her
They increase as they tumble
Blown hither and thither by the breeze
Coating branches grass and houses alike
With a thin white gauze
That builds layer upon layer
She is cold to the touch
But not cold of heart
Spreading a glistening white cloth
For all to play in and enjoy
Her eyes are the purest clearest blue
With skin as pale as the snow she creates
She is a glimpse in your eye
A sparkle in the twilight
Please share your response in the comments below.
Her cloak glistens and sparkles in the moonlight
Intricately made from icicles and snowflakes.
Gliding across the sky, flakes fall behind her
They increase as they tumble
Blown hither and thither by the breeze
Coating branches grass and houses alike
With a thin white gauze
That builds layer upon layer
She is cold to the touch
But not cold of heart
Spreading a glistening white cloth
For all to play in and enjoy
Her eyes are the purest clearest blue
With skin as pale as the snow she creates
She is a glimpse in your eye
A sparkle in the twilight
Please share your response in the comments below.
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