My world has been white-washed
baptized with snow
from the top of the mountains
to the valleys below…
If I listen in the stillness
I can hear a gentle hush
as snow falls through the branches
of the overgrown brush
In the softly mounded snow
the hoof prints of the deer
that come to drink the water
are beautifully clear
And underneath the whiteness
lies the promises of Spring
that bring my mind to Easter
and the blessings that it brings
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Luv,
Ahna
Georg
excellent Cryssa...
John
This poem is a beauty. I remember when we lived in West Virginia during a couple of winters. Our townhouse sat atop a large hill and just off our patio, there was a very steep, probably half a mile long, drop to the foot of said hill. The entire area was wooded and for several years, there was a three-legged deer that hobbled around. I always felt sorry for the deer, given his situation, but he always seemed to make the most of it.
Thanks for making me think of that creature. Happy Easter and thanks for sharing your poem. I really enjoyed it.
Jill
Happy Easter and Spring!
Micke
Love Tinka