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...
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By Carrie Richards
Submitted for the Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
Sponsored by Gauitami Phookan
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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