Falling

The snow won't go away, may as well enjoy it!

Falling
Flakes from the sky.
A Beautiful planned design.
Graceful; small, large moving in perfect rhyme.
A mesmerizing sweep cast across the land.
Atop the trees who've lost their leaves.
Everything seen as dead; empty.
Yet not.
Only peaceful in it's frenzy.
Falling
Left behind a blank frame.
Never pushing or shoving to find it's place.
An empty canvas awaiting it's portrait.
Cold at first but warms as children lay...
arms and legs flapping astray!
An imprint left if only for a day.
It was made with love and laughter of the hearts that play.
Angels have been seen today.
Falling
Flakes from the sky
Casting anew, untouched blanket like scene.
Mother nature's dream.
Fresh, clean, what a beautiful scheme...

Reviews

[Yasmin]

woow
This poem is simply amazing
I love the emotions and the images you draw as well
Keep on writing my friend