Rhyme Time Iii - Winter
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In my dream- I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in wintry meadows;
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 like 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 birds of color like Christmas balls by the thousands,
I gasp for breath in the frosty, frigid bitter air.
It is time to leave this ice-kissed dream- oh tear,
oh, I wish for a warm coat not a gown threadbare;
and now the snowflakes are falling, falling everywhere,
in my dream- I am walking through the frozen snow.
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December 4, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9686-92-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme Time III
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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