Snow Duvet

I love the muffled quiet of snow all around me,
like nestling under a down duvet.

Icicles hang from the roof edge all the way around the house, beautiful.
A gust of wind shakes diamond dust here and then over there.

I’m surrounded with beautiful gems
no one else owns or even sees.

Such beauty, such peace
in a world wracked with such fury and pain.

©2018 Sharron R. McMillan

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5 Responses to Snow Duvet

  1. hernibs says:

    Now it’s raining and an umbrella just doesn’t give the same feel. . .

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  2. Lizanne says:

    beautiful Sharron – took me right in under the duvet!

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  3. hernibs says:

    Yes and there will be better and more beautiful times again. . . 😉

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  4. Gunta says:

    I do remember snowy days as you describe them so beautifully… though in far better times than we are experiencing now. More’s the pity. 😠

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  5. Jaya Avendel says:

    The contrast in the final line is a striking end to this piece that has me remembering winters that embody your words!

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