A Winter Poem

frost fall

graceful pines grow tall

silent secrets of the night

gentle snows obscure my sight

quiet air and thoughts unseen

memories of where we've been

tender mercies, quiet glow

wondering as to where we'll go

winter comes now all the while

greet it with a tender smile

remembering you there by my side

we mourned the day that summer died

I know it ended all the same

we'll greet the morning that never came

Author's Note

Another one from writer's group. I've got to apologize, I haven't been on the Cafe much lately, but when I return I'll hook you guys up with some reviews.

Reviews

[NormaZ]

Ahhh, your poem makes me feel like I am standing outside while it’s snowing, and there is no sound other than that soft hiss of the snowflakes, very peaceful, I really enjoyed it!

[John Sullivan]

I can't find the paper with the prompt on it,, but it was something to the effect of describing a winter scene, what it looks and sounds like, so I'm glad it evoked those images for you. Thank you, as always, for reading!