Perfect white, a carpet of diamonds
as the sun caresses the cold –
reflected, doubly lovely.
Time stops within the hush,
the world painted pure,
there is magic –
like children
our hearts
dream.
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I love the shape and form of your poem, Lisa, and the wonderful pause created by the line ‘Time stops within the hush’. There is still magic, even when we no longer dream like children.
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Snow always brings out the child in me. Thank you, Kim!
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You’re most welcome, Lisa!
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There is a hint of nostalgic innocence. I love the pace of the poem, and you used language that felt light. And easy on the mind.
A beautiful poem, Lisa.
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Thank you for your kind words, Nigel!
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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I love snow so this was especially pleasing to my heart!
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That makes me happy! Thank you.
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“Time stops within the hush”: a peace and stillness so beautifully expressed, Lisa. 🩵
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