Poetry/Free Verse/Snow Sonata Copyright Protected, ID 12-1601-843-02 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, December 02, 2023For the International Contest, Winter Sonata sponsor, JCB, Judged 12/14/2023
Ninth Place
my beloved 'Snow' calls my name his whisper soft he waits for me deep in the forest with white hair of falling snowflakes I surrender and abandon my heart breathless captivated I run to him as winter clouds swirl above and snow veiled trees hang sleepy in a scene of quiet serenity he waits by an ice blue stream where snowflakes are saturated with magical lights and a winter blue bird sings sweetly cold arms wrap around me and we are swirling and dancing in this surreal twirling love his ardent strokes caress my hair he touches my lips with his frozen fingers taking me on a romantic stroll oh, I so desire to see his face but he always hides it he enfolds me until his feather fingers fade and melt away but this eternal love is my forever and each time snowflakes fall he calls my name . . .
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