Snow, My Beloved
I walk in the empty park
where winter twilight is dense and full
and the sky falls to a shadow
as trees and ground blend
ebbing into vagueness . . . .
The path is wet under my feet
and little frills of ice adorn things
crystalline and frosty and filigree
then, suddenly air is full of snowflakes
snow has come to be my beloved . . .
I am left 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, waiting
with my beloved whispering snow
drifting, floating, wrapping his arms
and I whisper, snow I love you
knowing sadly he will leave me . . .
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November 24, 2012
Poetry/Verse/Snow, My Beloved
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All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
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