Wide-Eyed Wonder

That grand old poem called Winter. - Thoreau

first light's snow falls like flakey dandruff brandished from divinity's follicles

congregating on a blanketed, befrosted, mystified easel

silent, swirling, sacred hymns of perplexing love and praise from the heavens cascading gently down

yet another wondrous spectacle of newfangled birth

head and shoulders first

a well swaddled, newborn winter's day waiting to be gently, lovingly and faithfully nursed

eternally rehearsed

stark glory of whiter than white

always the right height

sweet, suckled sanctity

 an army of angels tending with little fuss

as they once again board a supernatural bus

with much to contemplate and a plethora to discuss

Author's Note

"Every decayed stump and moss-grown stone and rail, and the dead leaves of autumn, are concealed by a clean napkin of snow. In the bare fields and tinkling woods, see what virtue survives." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I am not a lover of winter and the snow; for me it is a solemn slightly depressing time of year except for the excitement of Thanksgiving and Christmas. It is void of color and exuberance.

I say it is beautiful to watch the snow falling at night and making the ground look like sprinkles of white glitter dancing. It is a time of rest and restoration for nature. If I could hibernate in the winter I would but hiding indoors makes me a bit stir crazy lol

I really enjoyed the last four lines in this poem. Angels boarding boarding a supernatural bus is an amazing line and statement

[Pete]

thank you pb. even your shared thoughts in review are poetic ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

My mind tend to thinks this way most of the time. I see beauty in things even if I myself do not enjoy it. I tend to be a detailed oriented person when telling stories and looking at nature, painting and so on. When I read it’s like a movie playing on a big screen and don’t get me started on when I dream 🤣🤣🤣

[Pete]

i'm kind of the same - very detailed, looking beyond the surface, perfectionist, going my own way and not following the heard, nothing's ever really finished ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Ending lead to new chapters and beginnings. All things in life evolve and change over time whether short or thousands of years

[Pete]

i love music. am constantly listening ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

I am a lover of all kinds of music