The house sits quiet,
stunned into silence.
Whiteness, shone forth like a blinding ray.
Rareness, for a Southern day.
The coldness doth come.
On occasions so rare
Never lingering
Evaporated
Gone into thin air
Beautiful to some, the perfect colored balls
Shivering,
Suspended
Frozen in time
Where is the warmth,
Where is the breeze
It's pretty, we know
But we're beginning to freeze
Southern snowfall, unusual to see
Unusual still, to stay past day three
Ol' man winter, please take a trip
Loosen, your hold, and release your icy grip.
Winter house . Thx for sharing such nice pic
ReplyDeleteLiked the poem, and the pretty pcs,Blessings jane
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you were a poet! Great verse. The snow really does look like a blanket on your roof!
ReplyDeleteI am so ready for it to be gone here, too. But we are supposed to get rain later. That means mud and chill and dreariness!
Oh the first picture is very impressive! It will make a clatter when the snow tumbles. I can relate to the sentiments in your poem too. Stay warm!
ReplyDeleteWell, thank you for the charming poem! And I hope you have a slow melt.
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