Poeticpiers
01-27-2007, 06:46 PM
Impermanence.
The snow had fallen silently
throughout the night and every tree,
decked like a bride in finery
was on display for all to see.
The streets all white untrodden yet
by passing feet which shamelessly
leave dark footprints which upset
the virgin whiteness carelessly.
Too soon, too soon the marching feet
obliterate perfection.
Then once again the village street
Is just a street its magic gone.
But in the distance I still see
vistas of snow clad scenery.
25-Jan-07
:D
The snow had fallen silently
throughout the night and every tree,
decked like a bride in finery
was on display for all to see.
The streets all white untrodden yet
by passing feet which shamelessly
leave dark footprints which upset
the virgin whiteness carelessly.
Too soon, too soon the marching feet
obliterate perfection.
Then once again the village street
Is just a street its magic gone.
But in the distance I still see
vistas of snow clad scenery.
25-Jan-07
:D