Thursday, February 7, 2013

Drifts

I sense a freedom,
like fresh, new snow,
clean, powdery drifts,
dusting high and low --
white, mystical glow. 
Each snowflake whole,
sweet symmetry;
starshine's crystal
clarity.

2 comments:

patience and the prodigal said...

Turquoise, this is an amazing coincidence! In Ireland we have just had snow for the first time in three years.We were contemplating writing something on the subject . We are more than happy to allow your brief but brilliant summary reflect on own thoughts on the subject.We particularly love the line;
'dusting high and low'. Perfect. P+P.

Turquoise said...

Thank you! In Ireland, then, I suppose you have more of a luxury of "dustings" -- when they come -- than we do! More typical for us, here, is the "where are my boots?" and "need a snowplow -- now!" variety. But "snowplow" is not a very poetic word.

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