Poets United http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-think-tank-74-winter.html, for Thursday Think Tank #74, asks for a winter poem.

by Mike Patrick

Pure white snow
reflecting a noonday sun.
All flaws are covered,
blemishes hidden.

Here, away from the crowds,
no laughing children mar its surface.
For a while—a few hours—
even the wildlife hold to their dens.

The dark bark of oak and elm
are encrusted with white crystals.
Rejoicing while dead leaves
are interred in white splendor,
they become towering gems.

Tomorrow, when tracks appear,
the spell will be broken.
Sins will again be exposed
and the world will be normal.
Purity will be gone
and I shall dream of yesterday.

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17 Responses to UNBLEMISHED

  1. I really liked this one Mike. Loved the last stanza. Going through a transition of awaking and sometimes feel that there is beauty in ignorance.


  2. You never disappoint Mike, excellent imagery! Love it!

  3. Love that last stanza Mike!!! You’ve got great visuals in this. Beautifully written 🙂

  4. The season of reverie…..”and I shall dream of yesterday…..” lovely.

  5. Heaven says:

    beautiful images of snow specially the third verse… your last verse is meaningful… how we wish it will always be perfect and pure ~

  6. Janet says:

    Ah-h-h, this is so peaceful…and cold. I love the last line. I know when I read your poetry I cannot presume… the last line often the climax of the poem. as it is here:) We are experiencing our first ‘real’ snowfall of the season.
    Also nice profile pic. Nice to ‘meet you in person’.

  7. hopeful winter piece, enjoyed it.

  8. Beautiful. I especially liked the third stanza. I love the magic of untouched snow.

  9. earlybird says:

    I too particularly liked the third stanza.

    (typo: you need to drop the apostrophe in it’s…)

  10. vivinfrance says:

    This is one of your best, Mike, a beautiful concept, The third stanza in particular is very
    evocative – though you have a singular/plural hiccup:

    “The dark bark of oak and elm
    IS encrusted with white crystals.
    Rejoicing while their dead leaves – if you leave out their, the confusion is avoided.
    are interred in white splendor,
    they become towering gems.

  11. Other Mary says:

    Hi Mike – I like the idea of the snow covering over all and transforming the everyday. I particularly like the phrase,]’ their dead leaves/ are interred in white’ There is something very special about an unspoiled snowfall. Nice write.

  12. This is incredibly lovely Mike. There is something so pure, as you expressed, so innocent about a virgin snow, I guess that’s why they call it virgin.
    What a beautiful piece from you. 🙂

  13. Mike Patrick says:

    Viv and Earlybird, thank you once again. I’m doubly blessed.

  14. Eclipse says:

    Beautiful imagery of the untouched snow….

  15. pmwanken says:

    Isaiah 1:18
    I’ve always loved the image there, which you’ve reflected well here.

  16. Ella says:

    Beautiful, I love your imagery and the view of pristine, undisturbed snow~
    Well Done~

  17. geri=Mom says:

    I love the the world after a snowfall…and you’ve captured it with words perfectly.

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