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About This Poem
Winter's Blanket
The night sky is the perfect backdrop
For a ballet of falling stars
In the form of fluffy snowflakes
Dancing on the wind sometimes bizarre
They get knitted into a blanket
Covering the ground once green and plush
Go to sleep my little seedlings
Your rebirth we need not rush
The crackling fire plays out a symphony
As I cuddle up with my love
And we watch in perfect harmony
Snowflakes plié in the skies above
The landscape transforms before our eyes
As we watch with pure delight
With hot cider to help warm our hearts
She dons her dress of virginal white
My love sleeps under the blankets
Wrapped up in my folded arms
As I continue watching the winter ballet
Mesmerized by her delicate charms
by Joe Flach, written and pposted on 11/13/2012 for the Winter's Blanket contest.
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