David Oscarson, supporting member 40614 sent us this poem he recently composed. It centres around falling snow and encroaching clouds that cover the mountains.
High Desert Winter
Far off mountains are disappearing in a veil of hazy clouds
Large flakes begin their descent with increasing intensity
Now they are swirling about in many exotic patterns
A vast desert is being enclosed in a coverlet of white
This barren region is now taking on a form of purity
Falling snowflakes reach the pleasant regions of my mind
The scene is taking on a lovely firmament of an exotic dream
Lost in this dream, the biting cold is no longer a concern
In this quiet whiteness I am secure in a world of my own
Soon dusk begins to fall and I must leave this quietude
© David Oscarson
Laurence,
Thank you so much for your kind words and inspiration.
The feeling of being alone on the desert and surrounded by
events that take place allow me to express my thoughts.
Thanks again for your support.
David,
Many thanks for the photo and your lovely verse. Very fitting!
I compose verse as and when. Your verse is much akin to the way I would compose such.
Thanks.
Laurence