My Winter Dream
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In my dream, I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in a wintry meadow;
drifting in the cold is the song of a little sparrow-
then, many are singing like the low wails of a violin . . .
The wind is whispering as the snowflakes begin,
like gauzy curtains of infinite white they spin;
and in this winter storm, I am lost within-
I raise my hands for the filigree flakes of lace . . .
The snowflakes soft as a lover's kiss on my face,
all through the forest the snow and trees embrace;
a winter scene before me where all things interlace-
Crystalline ice drips from branches like diamonds . . .
I lay myself down to sleep in winter woodlands,
dreaming, dreaming of trees with festive garlands;
and colorful birds like Christmas balls are thousands-
I gasp for breath in the frosty, frigid bitter air . . .
It is time to leave this ice-kissed dream- oh tear,
I do wish for a warm coat and not this gown threadbare;
as now the snowflakes are falling, falling everywhere-
In my dream I am wandering in the frozen snow . . .
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December 4, 2017 (Re-post)
Poetry/Rhyme/My Winter Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1216-354-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Strand Select 11,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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