Snow Poem 4
Beneath the cloak of winter’s night,The world lies hushed, the moon so bright.A canvas spread, untouched, pristine,A landscape wrapped in silvery sheen.The river, still, beneath ice’s hold,Reflects the stars, bold, yet cold.Around, the pines, in snowdrifts deep,Guard secrets that the shadows keep.A fox treads softly, leaving behindA trail of steps, so neatly lined.Its amber eyes,…