Architectural bodies
gather, float to show
what is perfection in form
and motion. Soft silhouettes
pirouette on the mountainous
terrain like ballerinas.
All that is beauty
drifts, builds
to a crescendo
until all the world
is cleansed in the purity
of white flakes.
The winter sun
appears as if on cue,
spotlights them all
and they are transformed
to a dazzling diamond
radiance. What a performance.
What a show of beauty
and grace. Bravo!
5 comments:
Beautiful, Judy. Such a softness and appreciation for the beauty of a snowy moonlit night in your poem.
Judy, I especially like your second stanza..just beautifully expressed. What a wonderful way to express the beauty of snowflakes.
Ah Judy, this is beautiful, magical really. Mother Nature can be so fickle, yet she can be so doggone amazing!
Well said. I want to come to that show. We so rarely get it in central Texas.
Same here in Florida, Bob. I'm glad I have occasion to see it in NC but rarely am there at the right time.
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