Winter Magic
Snow Falling
Silently a stream of snowflakes glide,
neverending in forests and city streets.
On trees, fragile white has begun to gather,
wonderful are the filigree flakes in my path.
From the sky perfect magic is floating down,
and I lift my face as it touches me like sweet kisses.
Listen to the flakes falling and spinning in a dance, oh
let winter wrap me in his beautiful white wings.
In the crisp snow, I twirl and leap in joy and delight,
never, ever do I want the magic to end, so I
gather handfuls of snow to keep always.
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December 26, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Winter Magic
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-129-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Winter Magic
Sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
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