My Winter Wonderland

Snow falls lightly upon the ground,

instead of green there's a canvas of white.

A swirling mass that is all around.

The sun is hidden, yet everything is bright.

A meadow once ever flowing with flowers

is now covered in soft clothes meant to be cold

A river once tumbling with power,

is now locked, into a thick, icy hold.

Trees no longer have colors of green

except for the pines with leaves like needles

The mountains and forests are sights to be seen

not a sound is heard, no more crickets or beetles.

I love the soft sweetness of this season

like the shades of grey that splatter the clouds

Its all very fair, in it's own sense of reason

like down feathers, light colors, that don't speak too loud

Take a deep breath and jump in snow petals

look around and take in, that nothing is bland

It's beautiful here, deserving of gold medals

It's my place, and home, in a winter wonderland.

Author's Note

It's a rather hot summer, can you sense the cold winter?

Reviews

[Brandon Mathis]

very nice placement of words, excellent!!! read mine if you can

[Becky]

I liked the imagery and the sense of peace It radiated, but the main idea seemed a little... Flat. I guess that's probably why it was so peaceful though. Nice write!