Snow

The snow falls throughout the night
As right as the moonlight
In the midnight sky
And as soft as satin

The snow is white
As white as the clouds
And ever so cool
As cool as the ice

The snow is flaky
As it gently falls
And covers the earth
Like a down filled blanket

by Michael J. Pond

Comments (1)

Dear Michael, Thank you for this lovely poem. I went out one last time ot walk the dog, and thought the snow seemed so peaceful so late at night. The idea of the snow as a blanket of comfort is one my grandmother taught us, that we are to pause and let the stress of life pass us by, and be thankful for the simple things in life. Your poem crystallized that memory for me. Thank you again - CMC