Her

With bare hands swooping up the cold
soft snow from the ground,
looking into the lights watching the
snow fall merrily, softly to the surface
houses with their fireplaces lit
smelling the freshness of pine,
the smell hovered her nose
with the soft snow crumbling down her
crunching the soft snow beneath her,
a smile dances off her face
with a finger gliding up tree branches
for all the heavy soft snow to tumble
down on her laughing and not caring,
while she crushes the snow to a ball
and placing it in her mouth,
so carelessly,
peacefully.

Reviews

[Emrick]

Beautiful.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I loved this piece. It reminds me of snow of course. Considering this is a poem about snow. I didn't have much snow this year....so I'm kinda sad now. Great write. Thanks for sharing.