Look out over the sight,
crystal fields of white,
the snowfall that fell last night.
The artist painted the scene
unblemished, untouched.
So perfectly brushed,
relishing the beauty of the image serene.
The breath mist flows
like smoke through the cold frosty tones
of snow filled air.
The trees bare,
except for a fine coating of white icy hair.
So delicately it gleams,
the artist living a dream,
without a care.
The fall of star-shaped, silver flakes.
Twinkling through the lakes
of light,
a snow globe night.
Shaken up a blizzard in a teacup,
a storm on a sea front.
The artist on a treasure hunt,
to find the perfect picture scene,
that portrays the wonder
within this world
that he has seen.
Feathery strands on telephone lines,
icicles pointing down.
Tracing the night with fine
strings of moonlight.
Stings the eyes,
the cold wind that bites.
The sights that the artist sees,
captures a world of beauty,
love and tranquility.
In the sunrise, the blinding orange glow,
hues of yellow,
painted against the pale whites
and blues of snow.
Icicles slowly melt,
pear drop tears glitter,
golden through the sun's filter.
The artist grabs a pen
and starts to draw.
To put to paper the memory
before it all starts to thaw.
Thanks For Reading
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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