Virgin Snow

Snow came last night.
All was quiet.
In beds, sleepy heads,
Not yet aware
Until they stare, from window frame
Where breath makes pattern on window pane.
So soft it never made a sound
Falling gently to the ground.
Covering roof tops, gardens, roads.
not seen for decades
But explodes
In just one night.
A blanket, white
In all its glory.  A beautiful sight.
As day breaks
The earth awakes.
Feet now tread, fingers aglow.
No longer Virgin Snow.

© Bev Rogers

Bev writes personalised Poetry and Verse which can be used in cards

 to make them extra special.  Visit her website Wordways