Sunday, June 6, 2010

White

Poetry in Motion

White clouds drifting by
Over the winter’s snow.
A white wolf stands howling
To his pack far below.
A snowshoe hare running
Over a crisp, sparkling snow.
A snowy owl flies silently,
Looking for prey below.
The winter moon moves slowly
Across the clear night sky.
Silence and peace fill my soul.
How I wish that I could fly.

6 comments:

  1. oh but you can in your words...smiles.

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  2. fly! You can fly all you like but other people won't see it :)

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  3. I wonder what inspired you to write about deep winter in summertime. Maybe nostalgia, which you expressed well.

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  4. just here looking for candy... :)

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