No snowflakes here in the deep South, but we can always hope! It did at least get cold this week, a nice cool change from our 70/80 degree winter. So I am enjoying the images of snow in verse.
Enjoy more Poetry Friday at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
The Snow-Flake
Walter De La Mare
Before I melt,
Come, look at me!
This lovely icy filigree!
Of a great forest
In one night
I make a wilderness
Of white:
By skyey cold
Of crystals made,
All softly, on
Your finger laid,
I pause, that you
My beauty see:
Breathe, and I vanish
Instantly.
So wistful, whimsical and delicate! Hadn't seen this one before. Thanks for sharing, Dori!
ReplyDeleteYes, just like a snowflake!
DeleteOh, isn't that ending wonderful? Thanks Dori.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending, too. Thanks for stopping.
DeleteNo snow yet here. Love looking at snowflakes. But look too closely and your breath does melt them!
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