Tractor treads in fresh white snow,
perfect form with heel and toe.
Angels fallen, rise again,
thoughtless sins of little men.
Fence posts peeking, winter’s quilt,
woven cold with crystal silk.
Words in vapor down the hill,
carve a path both loud and still.
You’ve caught the joy of winter here – in words and images. Love it.
Remember tractor treads? Were you in a snowy place to do that?
Beautiful photos…amazing poem… Love it !!!
You are always so kind!
“…winter’s quilt/ woven cold with crystal silk.” VERY NICE! LOVE THAT IMAGE! Your choice of trochaic was perfect for this poem, too! I’m loving this one!
I’m so impressed that you would know!
Taught it!
That’s right, I forgot!
Beautiful photos to go with your fun poem. It’s been one of those snowy/rainy/windy days teasing all kids that there may be a snow day. I hoping for that as well and I hope I never grow up!!!
Me neither!
Music and meaning, the perfect blend.
Lovely!
meant “musicality”. Sorry.
The sorrows of translation…
Many thanks!
Music works for me becasue so many of my creative bursts are in songs.
Alternating rhyme in tetrameter rhythm, very nice– partnered pictures assist to complete the scene…
~Thanks~
hello, apronheadlily,
child-like feelings captured in mature prose…
btw, i’d like to run and jump and slide in that field of snow. 
I would, too, if my knees wouldn’t talk so much to me!