Soft Winter
Winter is often seen
As the season of sadness
Where the dark wins every day
And light seems so fleeting
But there is a softness
to that dark
A gentle twilight
A bewitching midnight
There is a unique silence
To be found in a snowy
Landscape, which blankets
the winter ground
Little is more beautiful
Than dew drops held firm
In an icy case
Bejewelling the naked trees
As the season of sadness
Where the dark wins every day
And light seems so fleeting
But there is a softness
to that dark
A gentle twilight
A bewitching midnight
There is a unique silence
To be found in a snowy
Landscape, which blankets
the winter ground
Little is more beautiful
Than dew drops held firm
In an icy case
Bejewelling the naked trees
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Fowler 2024
About the Writer
Laura Fowler
Laura is a 36 year old mother of two who lives with her partner and their children in King's Lynn Norfolk. She has been writing since she was a child but only recently started submitting her work for publication. She has had a flash fiction published in the horror anthology 206 Bones from Bag of Bones Press, a poem published in Lavender Lime Literary magazine and had a poem chosen for the Jo Cox memorial poetry fest.
