Snowflakes Falling Everywhere
In my dream I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in a wintry meadow;
and drifting in the cold is the song of a little sparrow . . .
Then, many are singing like the low wails of a violin,
and the wind is whispering as the snowflakes begin;
like gauzy curtains of infinite white they twirl and spin,
and in this winter storm I am lost within.
I raise my hands for the filigree flakes like lace,
and the snowflakes soft as a lover's kiss my face;
all through the forest the snow and trees embrace,
with a winter scene before me where all things interlace.
Crystalline ice drips from branches like diamonds,
and imagine that I lay myself down 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,
for it is time to leave this ice-kissed dream- oh tear;
how I wish for a warm coat not a white gown threadbare,
and now the snowflakes are falling, falling everywhere.
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December 4, 2017 (Edited)
Poetry/Rhyme/Snowflakes Falling Everywhere
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1150-629-0
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Written for the contest,Your Choice (4)
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