Thursday, 21 February 2008


Here I - I stand

Gazing out my window

My feet and hands,

Thawing slowly

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.

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