Christmas

Softly
it came
stealing slowly across the lawn
on whispers of wind

Slowly
it fell
floating gently down to rest
in a blanket of white

and there it now lies
in the dawn
in peace
in silence
in complete innocence and beauty

Softly
like new fallen snow
he came

Photograph by Frank Frambach

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12 thoughts on “Christmas

    • Thanks! I found the photo at National Geographic’s website. They allow amateurs to upload photographs. It was hard to pick just one, but I loved this photograph.

  1. Lovely. The word ‘softly’, to start it with that – it just immediately created softness. A really lovely poem.

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