Amethyst Drop
bathe in morning mist
she stares at dainty dewdrops
that cling to the sullen twigs
after the first kiss of snow
in reverie she sticks her gaze
on the amethyst dewdrop
that holds her beloved’s sigh
ahhh, if only she could bring back
lost dreams buried in winter’s canopy.
winter musings
12/6/2020
Copyright © Ame Thyst | Year Posted 2020
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