Snow

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Under a subdued sun,
Basking in its glory
Purity at it’s best,
The snow tells a story.

I’m glanced at in awe,
As if a blooming flower,
The heavens, my origin,
I’m compared to shining stars.

My airs are always chilly,
My temperature frozen cold
I breathe mists of water,
And always play outdoors.

Passer-by’s perceive me
As a stunning view,
Earth, my destination,
Rainbow is my hue.

The moon is my companion,
The trees sell me their souls,
I spread my white feathers,
Over plains, mountains and moors.

I’m trodden upon and molested
I’m shoved and heaped aside,
Yet humanity foresees my coming,
As the best of winter times.

| Author: Sonia Doreen Paul | This poem was posted on 2007/04/09 at 20:24 and is filed under Inspirational Poems.

7 Responses to “Snow”

1. Anonymous says:

   2007/05/06 at 08:26

   Really great poem you are wonderfully discriptive!

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2. Anonymous says:

   2007/05/06 at 08:27

   I love your writing Really great!

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3. Sonia says:

   2008/08/12 at 10:48

   Thanks for your Comments…so sorry I could not address them earlier! Rgds’ Author

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4. Misty-Day Elizabeth says:

   2009/03/28 at 00:12

   I love this poem, and I love it so much. You are such a great writer.

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5. Anonymous says:

   2009/06/29 at 21:44

   Beautiful!

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6. Presley says:

   2009/06/29 at 21:46

   This is so simple and well written!

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7. Anonymous says:

   2009/07/07 at 05:59

   Very well written with rhyme and flow. Great description of snow and the response of having it in our lives.

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