A White Peace

One of my favorite places in nature.

Kids tear down the hill,

Yelling to their friends.

The skis slash, the snow flies

In all directions.

 

The noise dulls

Behind the curtain of trees.

The narrow path leads

Deeper into the woods.

 

The crisp snow sparkles,

An endless white blanket

Untouched before now,

Returning soon after.

 

Slowly gliding to a stop

Enjoying the silence,

The peace and quiet,

The stillness.

 

Noisy children are far away

While in this tranquility.

The silence is perfect,

Unbroken.

 

Flakes slowly drift down,

Coating heads and lashes.

The feeling of joy is as endless

As the crisp white coat.

 

Laying there in the silence.

Surrounded by the fleecy piles.

Alone but not deserted.

Finding serenity in it all.  

 

But the world beckons.

There is a need to return.

The peace is not forever,

Yet the memory remains.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[writ rajat]

its very very good writing as i read the title ,
i got startle,
i can't imagine this piece,
because it is a white peace

[Sage Hibou]

This poem was nice to read. The first set of lines immediately brought me back to my childhood. Each segment had me picturing the setting you described. I like this form of writing and would like to learn it. I am new to the site, as well as the world of poetry in general. I look forward to reading more of your work. All the best to you going forward.
James.