Poem #19

[Joe Way]

Winter's Charity


Strolling on a blue-black night
Soft crystals float from above
With the earth you fall in love.
Unseen air becomes a mist
Cool-blue crunch, each step persists
Trees adorn their arms in white
Canopy pale-blue moonlight
Each winter donates such a scene
A sensual gift for strolling beings.

[Critic2]

a simple poem and not unattractive!

[LaurieAK]

Me thinks the writer must have been knee deep in Emily Dickinson when writing this...seems to have that sort of essence, but without all that ED talent

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