The clouds are dusting,
Their folds filled with snow.
The air’s fleeced with flakes
Falling silent and slow.
I watch my vista
In quiet repose,
The snow’s sedate flow
Calming my restless soul.
A Snowy Respite
The clouds are dusting,
Their folds filled with snow.
The air’s fleeced with flakes
Falling silent and slow.
I watch my vista
In quiet repose,
The snow’s sedate flow
Calming my restless soul.
Eloquently Kate 
A beautiful poem. Great to see you posting again.
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I haven’t stopped writing … it’s just that not much of it is making to this site. Sigh. I’m glad folks like you still drop by. 😊
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Such a delightful poem. I am looking for several more! ❤️
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Absolutely gorgeous imagery, Kate. I love the thought of clouds dusting with snow.
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I’m glad you liked the imagery – we had quite a bit of it over the holiday period, unusual for where I live. Thanks Norah.
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❤❤
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