My Beloved, Snow
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I walk in the empty park,
where winter twilight is dense and full;
and the sky falls to shadows,
and trees and ground blend;
ebbing into vagueness . . .
The path is wet under my feet,
and little frills of ice adorn all things;
crystalline, frosty and filigree,
then, suddenly the air is full of snowflakes;
Snow has come to be my beloved . . .
I am breathless and wanting,
with Snow floating among the hanging trees;
and I feel his sweet silent kiss,
upon my hair, my cheek and my ruby lips;
as I stand still in his loving embrace . . .
My world is quiet and tranquil,
with my beloved Snow whispering softy;
drifting, floating, wrapping his arms,
and I whisper back, Snow I love you,
knowing sadly he will leave me . . .
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November 24, 2012 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/My Beloved, Snow
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1101-227-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Jan 2019, Wk2
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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