Sheer Dusting

Sheer Dusting

A Poem by Kate H

- Flecks of white, tumbling down, a sheer of dust atop the ground.
- The wildlife once about, scurried to be tucked away, as shortly following daylight, winter permits the day.
- Birds still flock above, on their journey to warmer state; pausing only a moment to catch regroup, the weather will not wait.
- A blanket of powder adorning, all within the sight; bringing a curious sense of childlike excitement- this presentation of snowy delight!

© 2014 Kate H


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This poem embodies the feel of winter and its seasonal routine. Although thinhs are not mentioned, I can conjure up many images just from reading this poem. Line 3 was a touch confusing and the word 'catch' in line 5 seems out of place. Other than that, I can feel the cold air and see my footprints on snowy sidewalks just from reading this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kate H

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your review as well as, your input. Constructive criticism is most assuredly.. read more
Relic

10 Years Ago

No problem Kate. :)
Birds still flock above, on their journey to warmer state; pausing only a moment to catch regroup, the weather will not wait.
- A blanket of powder adorning, all within the sight;

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kate H

10 Years Ago

This as well perhaps?
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

:)....................
The delights of some snow falling in your region for children and adults alike. I like the idea that the weather will not wait...A splendid poem and the title was good too...:)............

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kate H

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your read and review!! :)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure...Any time...:)....................

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Added on January 28, 2014
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Kate H
Kate H

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A Poem by Kate H