First Snow Fall Poem by Stephanie Dower
First Snow Fall
The moon's pale face illuminates mine,
As I stand here in the meadow.
I admire the path she's made across the water,
The path I long the tread o'er.
The long silver grass sways at my feet,
But I, like the oak, remain still.
Caressed by the wind and captivated by it's song,
I stand in Winter's early chill.
I am paralized by the unearthly silence,
Before it breaks under an owl's call.
The teeming clouds above me sigh,
And I catch the first snow fall.
i could imagine you're in paradise. i love nature myself. it's lovely thanks.md
I love your stle of poetry and the imargery you use.Another ten.you have wonderful poetic voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:10:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great expression here, a lovely piece regards Tom