The bitter cold blankets in purity,
Standing tall, arms reaching to catch snowflakes,
Moisture fills your lungs, billows of breaths rise,
Earth, air, water melding in harmony.
Snow-angels left, the passerby to see,
Pathways walked showing the winding it takes,
The whiteness in melodic form to skies,
Winter's sweet prayers here in unity.
Pure innocence laughs as it plays to thee,
The man made by young ones stacked up like cakes,
Black hat, a pipe in his mouth, charcoal eyes,
Gratitude sways, sounds of a symphony.
Out in this wonderland for all to be,
Dancing across the frozen tablet lakes,
Words, thoughts, dreamers here forever to rise,
Curtain call comes, the skies become sunny.
I will be linking this to a few places where I like to share with other writers... first would be Jingle Poetry for their Potluck Poetry Monday where this weeks theme is Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos. Next would be over at One Single Impression for prompt 144: Meld and last but not least to Writer's Island for their prompt this week of Gratitude. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and those here in the States, a wonderful Thanksgiving.