Mary penned this wondrous poem, which I find even more wonderful each time I read it. I love it so much I'm going to frame it as a reminder to often pause to enjoy the magic of her words.
White whipped cream
drifting from the sky.
Fluffy as a pillow.
A storm of powdered
sugar floats to the
ground. It’s as soft as crystal
shining in the sun. Quiet
as a whisper. It dances.
It twists and turns. Sparkling
magic floats from the
sky. A drift of soft snowflakes float
around town. Bright
fluffy magic floats in
the night.
- Mary Loeb
5 comments:
wow, very impressive. My feelings exactly. Snow is magic, and there is supposed to be a lot of magic in Denver tonight. Hope you are all well and congrats to Mary on a beautiful poem. -- Theresa
amazing!
Stunning! A new poet is born!
How amazing.... poets at 7...kids are the best! My mom would be SO happy!
"fluffy magic floats in the night", love it!
Heather
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