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White Wilderness
by Hartwell DavisThe winter freeze has come at last
In the land of seal and bear
The wind sounds like a trumpet blast
And snow rides on the air.
The wilderness has turned from green
To a snowy white
Cold and icy rivers freeze
And day is turned to night.
Ice cycles hang from roofs above
From rocky ledges high
Now I see the scene I love
When the wilderness is white.
12/18/2005 Posted on 12/18/2005
Copyright © 2025 Hartwell Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/18/05 at 08:49 PM Wonderful etching of winter. Nice details. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 12/28/05 at 12:35 AM I see your winter scene thru your eyes... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/15/12 at 09:23 PM Nicely done. I especially like the trumpet blast of wind and the snow riding on the air. Thank you. Congrats on POTD! |
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