Sunday, January 15, 2023

Softly Still



A silent
visitor
knocked at night. 

Barrenness
transformed to
beautiful.

Awaking
to a world
softly still.





I have been waiting all winter for this to happen. Snow was forecasted to fall overnight. In previous weeks, I woke up excited until I looked out the window and saw brown-gray grass and barren tree limbs. But, this time, I woke to a winter wonderland! 

Glancing out the window, rooftops were dusted in white as well as the black pavement of streets. The grass was a blanket of white and the trees looked like someone had dipped them in confectioner's sugar.  Everything looked beautiful. The snow had turned our bleak gray and brownish into a world of white brightness. The flakes had softened the world. For the moment, everything was softly still. 

Poetry form: Tricube
3 stanzas with 3 lines each. Each line has 3 syllables.

As a Buffalo Bills fan, I think the #3 was on mind this week and last so it brought this poetry form to mind. 


3 comments:

  1. Cathy, I saved this to my mentor slices to use later in the month to commemorate a special blog post. It's beautifully written. Thanks for the inspiration.

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  2. I loved this and saved the tricube form as a mentor text for my post for March 30. Your "Softly Still'" is exquisite.

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting. I am glad that you enjoyed the poem. First time anything I have written has been used as a mentor text- just wow. Tricubes are one of my favorite poetry forms.

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