Memory of snow, coats the ground Silence heighten, without sound Walking feet, explosive crunch Crystal mirrors, ice-cream-lunch
Crisp icy air, breath turns to steam Once trodden snow, turning cream Nature's lies hidden, a scene surreal Of familiar landscape, till sun peels
Scene as expected, on mountain break, or short time presentation, as Christmas Cake Until exposed reality, returns daily norm Defined by shapes-textures, normality reborn
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
For some....a christmas card scene of snow, will never be reality.....
May I say, you are turning out to be my favorite poet, although I don't like snow, I graciously accept a nice poem about it ! studecar professor: Larry
niah9OPAuckland, New ZealandApr 1, 2017
studecar...Oh I agree about snow, which I haven't seen up close since 1975, when I took a friend south soon after I'd arrived in NZ, to see her Dad who had a heart attack. Living in an area where snow never ventures, meaning the northern section of north island NZ, the Fielding cold bit me like never felt in the UK. Now 40+ year on, I am considering returning to the UK....snow the lot.......I think I may be mad, but its home..... Thanks for your comment, truly appreciated. Kathy
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Now 40+ year on, I am considering returning to the UK....snow the lot.......I think I may be mad, but its home.....
Thanks for your comment, truly appreciated. Kathy