The Blissful Depths Of Snow

My adventure on a snowy night in Cheshire

The Blissful Depths Of Snow

 

Upon my eve of snow

As I walk to my desolate place

Human tracks lead me less as I enter my alone haven

The snow affectionately kisses me as the frost attempts to bite

 

Never before have I seen the night so filled with light

The blinding light pierces my eyes, as I wander down my lonely path

I pass the broken creek, the lonely ghost goes by

I pass hers and my bench of unity, my heart fills with loss

My love I miss thee, I long for thee

 

The trees are magnificently still as they fill with white

They appear more beautiful than the angels dance

The sea of snow drowns me

I’m engulfed by flames of white

I take the snow within my hand

A scent with my soft breath

So cold I can taste it in the willowing winds

 

The night animals are not out to play tonight

I see the tracks of the ghost dog and yet no sight of him, he scares me terribly

I hear the sound of a swimming swan however no drop stirs a ripple

Is it too cold for this elegant one?

And where are the night nymphs? That are always dwelling out here

It seems nothing can exist in this very place

 

Cold is life whilst white covers all

Thunders in the distance, an unfortunate silence

The fields are pale, with masses of the pale

This meadow of white is my euphoria

And yet this is a miserable night just like the last

I find myself in a far off land, I cannot believe the beauty

My aimless wondering ceases as I lie down and crush the snow

White is all I saw ‘till my untimely end

 

 

Reviews

[patricia]

I could imagine the snow falling on the trees, and the silence of it all. A beautiful poem. Thankyou.