Like a whisper

Icing sugar on the road,

a dusting overnight,

the sun glow in the Eastern sky,

still a gorgeous sight.

Cold, there is no doubt of that,

minus six and falling,

but the crystal air in lovely,

on this chilly winter morning.

Ethereal and silent,

there’s no-one else around,

the snow lies like a whisper,

like a blanket on the ground.

And I feel like an intruder,

as I venture out today,

so caught up in the moment,

that I have no words to say.

1 Comment

maskeddisguise · March 11, 2018 at 1:03 pm

This reminded me of another beautiful poem – ‘A Walk to Remember’

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