Through the trees, a cool wind blows,
It lifts my scarf, and chills my nose,
I look around, I see the snow,
the white flakes shimmer to, and fro,
I try to catch one in my hand,
as on the river bank I stand,
I gaze across it's dim expanse,
as the flakes perform thier dance.
If I could skate, I'd go and see,
If the snow would dance with me.
5 comments:
Matbe the next one will be about sunny weather.
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I danced with he snow the first time I saw it! I was born in Mozambieu and when I came to Portugal my mother woke me up one night at about 4.00 am and allowed me to go out. I hugged it, I threw it, I ate it, I danced with it. And...I got a cold! I will never forgett that night.
Thank you for sharing your story magude.It's nice to hear of people who don't take natures wonders for granted.Great post.
Great poem.. I really love being outdoors especially in the snow. And if I was honest I would have to say that I've danced with it before. You have a very cool thanks for sharing!
albie, I had't forgotten you.
Thanks for the nice comment.
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