Snow Falls
Pamela S. Wight
Snow falls as silently as stardust on a bright clear night.
Stardust covers the houses and the trees and the ground and you –
if you’re out on a star-filled night.
The sound is a hush.
A hush as haunting and beautiful as a
mother’s lullaby to her newborn babe.
It’s the same sound of snow falling on oak and dale,
This Poetry Week has been so much fun…reading all the different poetry (and from multiple countries!), and hearing the voices of these great poets in my head. It’s been awesome.
Looking forward to the next Poetry Week…whenever that will be…