White overnight

A little playful poem for each one of us who are as children in the snow.

Crystal snow flakes fall from the sky,
I catch them as they swirl and fly.
Each one sculpted by wintry angel hands,
Consumed with child-like wonder of where each will land.

The world turned white overnight,
Oh, I squealed at the sight!
If I could be a snowflake,
So fair and light!
To fall and land wherever I'd like.

Mittened hands and rosy cheeks,
I listen to the music as the frozen sky leaks.
In a snowglobe with everything glazed,
Nothing exists outside this wonderful place.

The child in me will always exist,
For such days and wintery bliss.
She'll always love to play in the snow,
Covered and wrapped from head to toe.

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

jessy,

Poetry is nowadays returning to its primitive anxieties and diction.
After a wild run over theories and pacts, racial inputs,etcd many other things it has successfully crossed the river and touched the land.
nothing more will entertain a reader than a plain diction like the above .
I liked the vivid beauty of nature and its oneness over humanity.


Carry on.......................


M P Ramesh

[Cherry]

My favorite line in this is I listen to the music as the frozen sky leaks. I like this poem because every line is unpredictable and flows so well. This is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

[Jessi]

Thank yoy so much! I enjoy your writing as well. Keep sharing with us.

[Samuel Dickens]

You capture very well the thrill and wonder of falling snow as it is experienced by the young. I remember being four or five and looking out the window, hoping and praying for snow.

[Andrew Sav Halen]

A desire to escape from pain and wonder the world from a different perspective. Wonderful

[Jessi]

Thank you!

[Pete]

This is very good. You have a vivid imagination and write very deeply from the heart. Strong feelings come through in your writing. Keep it up.

[Jessi]

Your comment made my day! I appreciate that so much.

[Levi Levin]

The poem is a wonderful picture! Great job!