Saturday, November 11, 2006

A Glimpse of Our Day -- in Poetry

All Was Still

All was still

Softly blew the wind
Snowing leaves
Quietly dropping
Carpeting the floor
With soft autumn colors

Silent, spellbound
Creatures froze
Falling leaves
For miles around

All was still

This poem is brought to you by Squidette and Mama Squid. But mostly Squidette.


Sprite said...

Ahhh, how sweet ... I love that still feeling. Nice poem!

Susan said...

This was exactly the way it was when I went outside in the dark to bring in the Sunday paper. However, you've expressed it so much better than I ever could. Thanks Squidette and Mama Squid too!

KnittyOtter said...

What a talented daughter you have.

Lovely poem. :D