Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Snow's trumpet

Can you hear the snow’s quiet trumpet?
Her vow of silence venerates eternally.
Heaven's princely escort opens sky’s ballroom.
Gravity’s sonnet tickles loose her gentle curtsy.
Witness white’s chastity turned pure in the season.
A feathery waltz guides her to soil’s massive ache.
Crystal blossoms captivate the timeless crisp perfection.
How wickedly jealous the fire must be.


Claire said...

her gentle curtsy... beautiful!

Chris said...

Lovely :)

Snow's trumpet is being heard in these parts these days. At least it's a slow and gentle approach, rather than a sudden burst of iciness!

curious girl (lisa) said...

wow! you have such a way with words.

Angela said...

"Venerates" is such a great word.

Georgia (AKA g-bug) said...

one of my favorite CDs that i play at Christmas is of all classical trumpet and organ music (Bach and others).

this poetry makes me think of it. and i can't wait to break it out!

beautiful poem.