Facing the Sun
It is a beautiful dawn
The early star has risen
on this chilly December morn
And its not about seeing
it's magical splendour
like wax-melt yellow
dripping from a honeycomb
upon first gentle snowfall
But its about smelling it
Inhaling its soft sweet fragrance
Like that of a lily`s delicate scent
lingering through
my freshly laundered
white shirt
hanging upon the bedroom chair
And its not about seeing
its magical splendour
Like that in a hundred blushes
of glistening hues
Its about touching it,feeling it
A cosy tender feeling
Like that of a Summer breeze
Like slight breathed whispers
upon these cold cheeks
Like warm little kisses
upon my Winter lips
and his playful strong arms
wrapped around
my slender curved hips.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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