Poetry ~ First Snow

First Snow

Gentle rain turning

to soft downy flakes,

each intricate and unique.

 

Sounds of the world

muted in the deep.

Solitude calling us

to slow down,

memories we keep.

 

Soft downy flakes

turning all to white,

except the dark bark of the trees,

standing sentries

along the steep banks

of the creek. ~

 

~ Thank you for visiting today. ~ terre

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons  (c) 2020