The frigid night,
A stark, frosted sight.
With a full-moonrise,
The silvery light
Shines down
To the world below.
A blanket of snow
Covering the ground.
There’s not a sound,
But the wind
Gently whistling.
The flakes
Softly misting
Through the indigo skies.
Winter is alive.
Written for the Word of the Day Challenge 8/12/2020 – ‘Blanket‘
Beautifully written, Ashlie!!
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Thanks, Jim! Glad you liked it! ❄️
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How absolutely enchanting! ♥️♥️
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Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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