Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Dec 8, 2020
Snow Memories
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No snow yet, but I can dream and remember, and, now and then, write a poem. Winter Lullaby A cricket creaks its slumber song beside the fireplace glow, While posts and picket fence outside wear mounds of rounded snow. The winter eve is etched in white, all softness, still and deep, And, drowsy, watching […]
