The Last Snow

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Poem number seventeen NaPoWriMo

The last snow arrived

the silvery white flakes fell

the ground was covered

in a soft blanket of white

the trees were glad

for their branches were snow clad

making them shimmer

in the pale moon light

and everywhere you looked

everything was outlined in silvery white

somewhere high up above

I heard a bird sadly calling

he was somewhere high

up in a pine

that was sprinkled with white

like spun sugar it looked

and the bird kept calling

as I turned about

it took flight

silence all around

the snowflakes

were dancing on the wind

flitting here and there

until dark clouds

came rolling in

filling the sky

and the spring rains

washed all the snow away

leaving behind the tiny buds

that now would spring forth

sprouting green leaves

while tiny flowers

push their way through the ground

only memories remain

of the last snow

before the coming of spring

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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4 Responses to The Last Snow

  1. We rarely get snow here. An exotic beauty. And a gorgeous blanket while the trees sleep.

  2. uniqusatya says:

    Grass is always greener on the other side….Its good to hear chill in the peak of our Summer and longing a relief from the scorching heat 😉
    Thanks for the cool refreshment

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