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Saturday, November 5, 2011

November


November



Glistening white, unique and alone.
Drifting from high above to here below.
Settling one on another, building up
A landscape of white.
The empty, quiet world awaits
For that soft touch of frozen fingers,
Caressing the tree, the brush, the soil.
White drifting, wafting, floating.
Silence blanketed in muffled chills
Alone, unique, silent, wandering.
Come hushed stillness.

By David Corbet

3 comments:

MT Nickerson said...

My poems on snow fall have more colorful language than yours, and for that, are unsuitable to share.

Liked yours, though- almost made me forget how much snow sucks.

Thanks for sharing... :)

Daav said...

First snow fall of the year is always grand and romantic, a sight to see and share with loved one. The last snow fall of the season is about trying to get someone else to shovel the walk and cursing the heavens above.

Michael Offutt, Expert Critic said...

Beautiful November. Great poem, thank you.