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JOURNEY THROUGH THE SPRING
Days hasten towards dusk;
Cloudy skies chasing daylight.
Soon twilights settle in revealing,
What veils the mystic darkness that deem.
Snow clouds feather the air;
Wafting freezing blows of wind;
Ready to imperil the cautious days;
Icy drops pelting without mercy.
Like a lazy kite, it's movement seems
Graffiti of snowflakes flying slow;
Like cotton balls from the pillows;
They dance amidst the unrelenting gale.
The blanket of dense whiteness
Fills the ground neatly trimmed;
Capping mountains, covering the hills;
Spectacles of beauty: fresh and crisps.
Days are short, and nights are long
As shiver sends thrills to the bones;
Patiently notes of enduring anticipation,
The journey ends as coldness reels away.
Author's Note: I wrote this poem years ago reminiscing our Winter in Orange NSW. I took a mental note of everything that happened during snowday that occurred at daytime. We happened to live in a house built on an elevated ground (that could be a hill way back) and I was fascinated watching the snowflakes gracefully gliding on the air as if they were dainty Ballerinas from our loungeroom window. I was full of curiosity as it was my first time in my whole life to experience winter, let alone watching the snow until they settled down on the ground. 😊❄️❄️❄️.
Days hasten towards dusk;
Cloudy skies chasing daylight.
Soon twilights settle in revealing,
What veils the mystic darkness that deem.
Snow clouds feather the air;
Wafting freezing blows of wind;
Ready to imperil the cautious days;
Icy drops pelting without mercy.
Like a lazy kite, it's movement seems
Graffiti of snowflakes flying slow;
Like cotton balls from the pillows;
They dance amidst the unrelenting gale.
The blanket of dense whiteness
Fills the ground neatly trimmed;
Capping mountains, covering the hills;
Spectacles of beauty: fresh and crisps.
Days are short, and nights are long
As shiver sends thrills to the bones;
Patiently notes of enduring anticipation,
The journey ends as coldness reels away.
Author's Note: I wrote this poem years ago reminiscing our Winter in Orange NSW. I took a mental note of everything that happened during snowday that occurred at daytime. We happened to live in a house built on an elevated ground (that could be a hill way back) and I was fascinated watching the snowflakes gracefully gliding on the air as if they were dainty Ballerinas from our loungeroom window. I was full of curiosity as it was my first time in my whole life to experience winter, let alone watching the snow until they settled down on the ground. 😊❄️❄️❄️.