Air Brushed In a
White Winter Wonderland
|Air Brushed In a White Winter Wonderland
Mild winds romantically whisper,
Beneath a sprinkled lit onyx sky,
Cuddled in a half-moonlit glow,
And beaming upon a fantasy world, air brushed,
In a white winter wonderland, quite high.
With streets coated in a blanket of snow,
Glistening through the night, in a fine array,
And tree branches engaging in a heavenly show,
In pearlescent tones and poetic notes,
As autumn seeps away,
And a new season comes to play.
Poem by Gladys P