A Child’s Snow

Tractor treads in fresh white snow,

perfect form with heel and toe.

Angels fallen, rise again,

thoughtless sins of little men.

Fence posts peeking, winterโ€™s quilt,

woven cold with crystal silk.

Words in vapor down the hill,

carve a path both loud and still.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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19 Responses to A Child’s Snow

  1. Dor says:

    You’ve caught the joy of winter here – in words and images. Love it.

  2. Beautiful photos…amazing poem… Love it !!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Susan Hart says:

    “…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!

  4. SL Schildan says:

    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!!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. Rosina says:

    Music and meaning, the perfect blend.

    Lovely!

  6. Rosina says:

    meant “musicality”. Sorry.
    The sorrows of translation… ๐Ÿ˜‰

  7. Lindy Lee says:

    Alternating rhyme in tetrameter rhythm, very nice– partnered pictures assist to complete the scene…

  8. hello, apronheadlily,

    child-like feelings captured in mature prose… ๐Ÿ™‚ btw, i’d like to run and jump and slide in that field of snow. ๐Ÿ™‚

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