
I was looking out the window at these fun little things
They fell from the sky
Like tiny birds or wings
I'd never seen anything like it before
Definatley something you couldn't ignore
They hit the window without any force
Some stuck around and others changed their course
All unique in their own special way
Creating a image that the sun would melt away
I put on my coat and opened the door
I had to see it for myself before they hit the floor
My head tilted back and I stuck out my tongue
They gently touched my face not leaving a trace
Remarkably delicate similar to lace
And without a sound, when I looked down
They created a blanket that covered the ground.
About the Creator
J B
Newbie writer - love to tell and share stores.



Comments (3)
Creating an image that the sun would melt away. Nicely Done !!!
This is quite a lovely tale of winter's first frosty snow.
oh bravo!! I'll never think of snow in any other way but this creative poem. love it.
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