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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Kim is the host of dVerses Poetics. She challenges us:
Whether you live in a place where there is lots of snow or where there is never snow, whether you love it or hate it, I would like you to write about snow as you see, feel or imagine it, in any form you wish, using clear imagery as crisp as fresh-fallen snow.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 