Winter Magic
By Emile Pinet
Fragile flakes with the purest white;
an incredible winter sight.
Like icing-sugar dusting cakes
with the purest white fragile flakes.
Tumbling down on a gentle breeze
Winter’s magic coats barren trees.
And snow is spun into a gown
on a gentle breeze, tumbling down.
With winter white whitewashing all,
soft snowflakes continue to fall.
And countless billions will alight,
whitewashing all with winter white.
(Swap Quatrain)
Excellent piece of writing Emile.
I thoroughly enjoyed it as I do with most of your pieces.