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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The crunch of snow under trudging feet A breath of white, a darkened sky Eyes near closed from sting of cold She dreams of summer days With each small step, that leaves it's mark Upon the white In dreamy state, where daydreams play From cold, away from chill, from ice upon the hills.. Her thoughts, they bide, for summer days, and dreams that take the cold away She finds herself so far away, a place Where weeping willows brush her face Bending 'neath the branches low While walking on a garden's path Grass gently sways, green as glass So timid blows the warming breeze, It fetches shining hair with ease The wisps of gold which fly astray, Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize A melody of larks that sing An amber sun, a basking glow, that ambles by To warm a face so pale from winter's sunless sky Until once more the breath of chill upon a cheek And snowflake on her lash Startles cold, like morning ash, returning eyes to winter's cry A cold north wind that catches scarf A thief that snatches warmth away, and thus her dream And now awake, she sighs, ...to find it still,... the winter day Yet distantly, there lies in wait, a springtime place, a promised fate A path beneath the willow tree, where sun peeks through the velvet haze Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, and larks sing lovely lullabies The earth will wake, new walks to take.. and be, not a dream... But a day to praise - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Submitted for Constance's "A Walk to Remember" contest....
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