Here I - I stand
Gazing out my window
My feet and hands,
The mountain peaks stick out as shades of grey
From the valleys which are now totally engulfed in snow.
The blanket of snow is thickening
A white canvass lays before me
The picture is 'picture-perfect'
in my mind, with my imaginationI
can create any piece of art I choose
Perfection does not matter
But I'll rather the picture remains 'picture-perfect'
As everything stays frozen
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.