Debonair

As I look beyond my garden, to the blanket on the hills, Where moonlight shines it's magic and where the icy river runs I fold my arms around me in the silver winter's chill, And see a bright star shiver, now that leaden clouds are done I let the night embrace me underneath the midnight sun Each crystal flake, that drifts on down among the river stones A jewel, unique, of other flakes, each gleams as little suns Transforming all, in soft moonlight and glistening as sewn Cotton, fragile, pillow soft, and silk that had been spun Into webs of pearl, the essence curls, so draped and then so clung The trees, and fence posts, dressed in white, so regal and with flair Shimmer in the starlit night, pristine, sewn, stitch by stitch White lace has bordered furrowed rows, of ploughed fields, everywhere My loneliness, and humdrum world, transformed, and much bewitched So debonair, my world so fair, I gasp a breath of air... ________________________________ By Carrie Richards Submitted for the Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest Sponsored by Gauitami Phookan * * * *