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




trifecta

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Comments

  1. Buttons Thoughts22 November 2013 at 19:27

    Beautiful. Hug B

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  2. Brian Miller22 November 2013 at 20:46

    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.

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  3. Vandana Sharma23 November 2013 at 03:00

    Lovely day to start.

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  4. Anonymous23 November 2013 at 19:31

    Beautiful imagery! Nicely done!

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  5. Atreyee24 November 2013 at 03:57

    Love this-very beautiful!

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  6. Anonymous24 November 2013 at 17:10

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

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  7. kymm24 November 2013 at 17:51

    Very pretty!

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  8. Trifecta24 November 2013 at 18:59

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

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  9. Lauren24 November 2013 at 19:05

    Lovely :-)

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  10. Sumana Roy25 November 2013 at 06:30

    love the scene ....

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  11. rallentanda25 November 2013 at 07:47

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

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  12. Kerry O'Connor25 November 2013 at 08:05

    Gorgeous, atmospheric poetry.

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  13. Ivy25 November 2013 at 08:08

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

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  14. Brian Miller25 November 2013 at 08:58

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

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  15. ruth25 November 2013 at 12:03

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

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  16. Eileen T O'Neill .....25 November 2013 at 14:30

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

    Eileen

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