They fly beneath the cotton clouds
With plumage virgin white
As angels spread their beauteous wings
To bear them on their flight
Through air so sweet and rarefied
Above the earth, so cold,
Yet with the sun behind their wings
In light soft aureoled
Then as they shed their feathers, down
Upon the land they fall
As snowflakes floating silently -
Ah, can you hear them call?
They call, they call with sirens songs
Which echo through all time
To mingle with the winter`s hush
With music sweet sublime
And now with luminescent glow
All sheeted dazzling bright
The ground is soft beneath our feet
A wondrous pristine sight
Like crystals sparkling in the sun
Or stars in night`s embrace
The snowfall fixed below our gaze
Reflects upon each face
And then, clad scantily, they soar
Above this glorious scene
The snow birds on their journey wend
To places set with green
To bask in summer`s gentle heat
To grow their plumage new
Flutt`ring o`er the treetops high
To sing in skies of blue
The verdict is in-Its a10. Delightful metaphoric imagery-It shall linger in my mind
Those lucky snow birds. Must be nice to be so free. Fine job, Val.
Wow! What vivid personification, so beautifully put together with great imagination! Very beautiful, fantastical poem! By any chance inspired partially by the song Snowbird by Anne Murray?
Wow---What a lovely poem with wonderful imagery! 'The snow birds on their journey wend To places set with green To bask in summer`s gentle heat To grow their plumage new Flutt`ring o`er the treetops high To sing in skies of blue'
And Ever so many Congratulations on Poem of the day! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Wow! .. Ever so beautifully heart touching! ... Beyond #'S! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Serene, peaceful, beautiful. A pure pleasure to read.