Once more I sit inside my window
Watching the flakes of snow that flow.
They ride the March winds but slowly sink to the ground
Where they join others with nary a sound.
The ground is white and the sky is gray.
The snow is the only thing that brightens the day.
It dances and waves, it swirls and it curtsies as to the ground it falls.
Once it lands upon the ground the wind moves it here and there as if it crawls.
This is called a Robin snow for it will not last for long.
It is nature’s last taste of winter as the March winds sing their song.
I watch the snow and find myself mesmerized by its constant flow.
Soon April will come with spring showers that will wash away the fallen snow.
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
God Bless
Lena
I did enjoy the reading of "Snowbound". Its contents poetized to flow and announce the spring approaching to deliver a new season, gave it a special singing.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
So i like reading about snow LOL.
Ty Lew
Blessings
Ch'erie
Be safe,
Karen
You've captured the lightness and fleetingness of the Robin snow.
Blessings,
Sharon