Munden, December 1962.
Fresh fallen snow, crisp, smooth and deep,
And the chilled earth, silent, still and calm,
And nature beneath its blanket, asleep.
A sharp hoar-frost was covering all,
Like a stardust veil laid over the snow,
Sprinkling it lightly with fine sugar-crystals,
Sparkling bright in the wintry sun-glow.
We walked in wonder by tall, dry sticks
Of the summer flowers' mortal remains,
Stark reminders of warm sunny days
And the life-giving, gentle Springtime rains.
As we walked, we felt the featherlike touch
Of the sun as it climbed up ever higher,
Lighting the branches of trees all adorned
With crystalline jewels like diamond fire.
In the winter's cold I felt our love grow,
But as winter passed, how could I know
Love would grow cold in the warm spring glow,
And this was our last walk in the snow.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-07-23 at 11:37
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A walk in the snow
We woke up, surprised, that day, to seeFresh fallen snow, crisp, smooth and deep,
And the chilled earth, silent, still and calm,
And nature beneath its blanket, asleep.
A sharp hoar-frost was covering all,
Like a stardust veil laid over the snow,
Sprinkling it lightly with fine sugar-crystals,
Sparkling bright in the wintry sun-glow.
We walked in wonder by tall, dry sticks
Of the summer flowers' mortal remains,
Stark reminders of warm sunny days
And the life-giving, gentle Springtime rains.
As we walked, we felt the featherlike touch
Of the sun as it climbed up ever higher,
Lighting the branches of trees all adorned
With crystalline jewels like diamond fire.
In the winter's cold I felt our love grow,
But as winter passed, how could I know
Love would grow cold in the warm spring glow,
And this was our last walk in the snow.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
Read 514 times
Written on 2019-07-23 at 11:37
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