Poem: Falling

Falling

by Caroline

 

Almost as a mirror, a blanket of snow

Silence from the muffling carpet, at night

Crystals in unison make a sea, of snow

Aglow by the rays of the moon, cold and bright.

Every color in white is drowned

Perfect white as far as forever

Icicles of silver impale the ground

Wind of stone cannot die, ever.

Stars rain in frozen form, falling

Skin stung and soft, eyes wide

A forest owl and wolf, dark, calling

Spellbound, is every thing outside.

(photo from: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/1-frozen-landscape-edward-myers.html)