The beautiful, soft, feather-powder of snow
sifts lazily down
and the ground glows white
under the gaze of the full moon.
The naked trees are slipping long, white garments
along their branches;
and everything is so still, so quiet
I can almost hear the hiss of snow
sizzling out on your cheeks-
looking like tears.
I used the 4th "poemlet" and expounded on it for this short, descriptive poem as the exercise called for... not a fabulous poem, but the descriptions were fun:)
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