Snow

Soft, flaky white crystals

drifting gently to the ground,

gathering in great mounds,

inviting children to play

On a white mountaintop,

a mellow wind blowing,

a family stands gathered

gazing at the sparkling stars

Author's Note

Just a little poem to get the poetic gears churning.

Reviews

[McEltic]

It’s February here in Ontario and there’s not a flake of snow on the ground and the norm is to have a couple feet of it. As much as I enjoy the beauty of a snowflake, I will not shed any tears if ‘none’ show up again this season :)

[Hannah]

I live in central Minnesota, and we haven't had much snow this season, but a few days ago we got about a foot of it. I enjoy winter while it's here, but I wouldn't mind if spring showed up. Thank you for reading.

[McEltic]

On the rare occasion when you find the snow meandering down in super sized flakes with each one a picture and the wind non existent. I can actually smile and enjoy the outdoors, you know, build a snowman etc. But the minute i go back inside i prefer it just melt away so i can enjoy the memory :)

[CM-Stars]

What lovely and vivid imagery. Especially for a girl who has never seen more than two inches of snow. ☺️

Beautiful poem.

[Hannah]

Snow is both great and terrible. Thank you for reading, Charlotte.

[Diane]

This poem has a calming effect. I love snow and poem about snow too.

[Hannah]

Thank you, Diane. I love snow, too. I'm glad the poem is calming, and thank you for reading.

[Diane]

Very welcome.

[Lorry]

The beauty of a picture postcard setting, watching in silent Awe. Unfortunately though, I am from Scotland and the only awe it inspires In me, is "aww, it's snowin' again" :)
Beautifully captured.

[Hannah]

Thank you very much, Lorry. I think many people share your reaction at seeing snow.

[G.W. Saitreux]

Wow, so simple yet so meaningful. This poem made me feel good the whole time I was reading it. Reading created a strong urge within me to hit the slopes. Pray for snow and starry skies!

[Hannah]

Thank you very much, G.W.!

[Hailey Juliet]

This is beautiful. It makes me not hate winter so much. Lately I've reviewed a number of great pieces that present a contrasting view to this, using winter as a metaphor for death, lifelessness and drear. This poem flipped that perspective on it's head. It reminded me of the beauty of the season that can be experienced if we would only brave the cold for more than the distance between door and car.

"inviting children to play"

Oh to be like a child again, somehow impervious to the bone-chill of old man winter; to see snow and have no other desire than to throw myself into it; seeing the white and fluffy, not the dirty slushy.

"a family stands gathered
gazing at the sparkling stars"

It's picturesque and certainly a worthy dream, fantastic and yet not so far away. Maybe I'll go outside today . . . On second thought, maybe this poem will suffice. 'Cold yet so warm', a perfect summary by Suhd. Wonderful piece, thanks for sharing it!

Hailey

[Hannah]

This is an awesome review! Thank you so much, Hailey. There are definitely two sides too snow, just like there are two sides to everything, I think. Snow can be beautiful and almost magical, but it can also be deadly and miserable.

[Suhd]

Cold yet so warm. This is some good poetry. Bravo :)

[Hannah]

Thank you, Suhd!

[Suhd]

Pleasure...

[Justin]

that was really cutie Hannah :) it paints an image in my head :) great job :)

[Hannah]

Thank you, Justin!

[Justin]

your welcome, i really liked it :)

[Mamta]

You've used nice, clear vocabulary, and the way you've described the scene, paints an image in my mind.
KEEP WRITING :)

[Hannah]

Thank you very much, Mamta!

[Emere]

I'm blown away... you captured such poignant imagery, yet your style is clean, elegant, and quite beautiful in its simplicity. Love this!!!

[Hannah]

Thank you very much, Emere!