Winter's Magic 1-8-24
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Winter’s Magic
Winter wizard casts cold spells with gusto
As torrents of snowstorms dance flamencos
Champagne confetti drifts in bits of snow
Clear technicolor snowflakes spin aglow
As winter winds enchanted spells now sow
Bright snowfall’s glitter – solstice nights light show
Meadows and boughs bewitched by snowy ghosts
Wear sparkling blankets for enchanted tableaus
Hypnotic flurries weave to and fro
In the trance of crystal ice chateaus
All the world wears an enchanted chapeau
Winter magic captured in a snow globe.
Close your eyes and imagine with me
Camps, cottages, cabins and trees
High in the mountains or beside rolling seas
Perhaps it’s chateaus and castles you see
Maybe cathedrals grand as they can be
It’s little white churches that I see
Comforting contentment I’m contemplating as we
Consider the many constructs of C
slate gray day's
nocturnal mood
souls sensitive
often brood
upon nature's
whimsy, caprice
yearnings stillborn
know no peace
darkness settles
in forest, meadows
'pon every plateau ~
doused, flames' embers
in shuttered chateaus
Viewing ancient ruins costs lots of dough
Get ready to fork it out in the thousands though
Viewing the sights
An absolute delight
Ignore the cost to visit these ancient chateaus
Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami.
Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.
All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face.
A face severed on a head that hid a heavenly chateaus inside a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.
Inside housed all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features.
They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies.
They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy, blinding halos, and suffocating wings…
Oh such undeniably divine things!
First plucked from you, then stolen from me!
A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen
as we become the common theory of all your pretty inanities.
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