22 November

that morning the snow came down

falling so softly they hardly knew it was snow at all

footsteps led to the path in the wood

where the snow landed on yellow birch leaves


poetry pantry


  1. the very direst opening made me wonder what was so important about that day/that morning...i like the details...and would love some snow...smiles.

  2. Beautiful imagery! Nicely done!

  3. What a beautiful, serene poem. It's absolutely perfect, every word.

  4. Lovely. I love the quiet of a snowfall, nothing like the pounding of a rainstorm. Thank you for linking up.

  5. Oh this is lovely...gentle ethereal and soft!

  6. This is really beautiful. It almost makes me miss my native Iowa. Almost. :)

  7. still jealous....our snow will be here tomorrow...hopefully....looking forward to its peace

  8. gorgeous, reminiscent of poetry by old zen masters... it induced a deep stillness in me, reading - thank you!

  9. A very placid read. Images held in your words...



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