Dream
Woe be gone
The damsel cries.
Adolescence-
Improvise!
In the chilly snow,
Are hopes of twirling!
This time next year,
A young bride yearning!
The beautiful maiden,
Dreams of fast falling snow!
Making wings of angels,
In the city of Bordeaux!
Quietly sitting, on a rugged stump,
She gazes about,
Wishing snow to trump!
Day by day,
In the month of December!
She imagines,
This pure white splendor!
She longs to touch,
Old man winter!
"As a child",
She does softly whisper!
One by one,
The days drift on by!
But not one flake,
Drops from the sky!
Disheartened,
And feeling so blue!
She shuts her eyes,
Then dreams it through!
She stands to her feet,
She twirls about!
While in her mind,
The snow begins to mount!
She lies on the ground,
And spreads her wings!
A kiss from an angel,
The Son, now brings!
written 1-14-14
contest "let it snow"
inspired by the picture "the mistletoe gatherer"
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