Patterns in the snow

[Diane S ☔]

Overnight the flakes had descended,
and left a carpet of pure white,
A fox awakened from his sleep,
patrolled the frosty night,
The silent frozen world had now,
become a canvas, new,
For patterns to be created,
by the feet of creatures, who
Had ventured out to sample
this delightful snowy land,
Fashioned by an invisible Master,
with his gifted hand.

His paints so subtle, had with skill,
produced true moonlight hues,
Such lovely shades of brilliant white,
soft yellows and deep blues,
An eerie earth, a changed and strange
vast open wide expanse,
Where, up above, each dainty snowflake,
had started its downward dance
And settled, on the serene landscape,
clothed, in its simple dress,
Where we imprint our patterns too,
across a snowbound wilderness.

© Ernestine Northover

[Diane S ☔]

One of my favorite winter poems.

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That’s beautiful. Thanks for sharing

[Sam]

This really transports a christmassy atmosphere. I needed that, thanksfor sharing, Diane!

[Alannah]

Lovely winter poem, thanks for sharing Diane.

[Carolyn]

Beautiful, classic winter poem. thanks Diane for posting this, puts me in the mood for Christmas

[B the BookAddict]

Beautiful, Diane. Thank you.

[Joan]

Thanks, the wording, the pacing so soft and gentle.
I read this while sitting in a noisy medical office and you know I just felt the calming, quiet spread over me.... ahhh...

[Greg]

I enjoyed this very much Diane! It creates a great picture of the landscape and I like the repeated concept of the snow being stamped ... a personal marking that feels as though it intimately links the landscape to these people and creatures that exist upon it.