And Still It Falls

And winter came...

"And Still It Falls"

 

And still it falls,

A fine white curtain from the sky

Blanketing the ground in a wintery sheen.

The people look from their windows

At the drifts below.

 

And still it falls,

The answer to youth's lost prayers

Of snow days and sled rides and iceskates,

The adults remembering fondly

Those days from their pasts.

 

And still it falls,

An innocent beauty about it,

Bringing with it thoughts of wonder,

Thoughts of togetherness, loved ones

And of fireside romance.

 

And still it falls,

Blowing sideways from the sky

Across a landscape of frozen dreams

Only rekindled by the warmth of touch and

Thoughts of spring.

 

And still it falls.

 

Author's Note

An old poem from before I became jaded to winter.

Reviews

[Gandré]

Blanketing the ground in a wintery sheen. -----this is loved.

and this:


An innocent beauty about it,


:=) well, nice peaceful poem for romantics of my german winter.

[Caydie Hall]

beautiful and elegant. this makes me feel very peaceful and happy.
I really like how you touched on its white innocence and dream-like essence.
but still "it falls"