Sparkling Winter

As the new fallen snow whispers through the trees,
Plumes of black smoke blow out of chimmey's.
We awake then to see
the garden of silvery white-
It so gently fell throughout the frozen night.
Yet the sillvery flakes are still fluttering by
whirling in the wind-above from the sky.

And as I stared I counted
the footsteps in the lane.
It is Christmas time once again.

Reviews

[Demetria.Ro$e.Hathaway]

Wow grate poem
good job

[Alz Alz]

Wow, I could really hear and visualize everything in this poem. Fantastic job again! :) I give this 100/100!!

[J.Black]

LOVELY!

[Tate Morgan]

I love this one it is your best that i have seen
tate

[Sketch]

Its very nice and it gives off that warm feeling inside that I get on christmas. =) I especially like the imagery. Great job.