snowflakes like flowers
swirl across frozen lake
leaving impressions
A slow descent of lovers in white,
drifting along the quiet current.
A pair of travelers, strangers to the dark,
Jack Frost isn’t too kind to wanderers.
As dusk claims the sky, a storm makes haste.
Desperately holding on to each other,
their crystals begin to change.
They can’t remain as they are.
The violent storm, an orchestra of stars.
Black clouds in a sky of crystals,
hail bulldozing through dusk,
The rise of winter has just begun.
Mercilessly dragged away from each other,
the two get tossed by raging winds.
Alone, they travel across separate skies
slowly forgetting each other's faces.
When the snow melts, there he lay awake,
the last one of his kind, enduring Mother Nature.
As the crystal begins to decay and deform,
a ripple spreads through the puddle of memories.
He began to rise, higher and higher into the black sky.
Changing into his former glory, a snowflake once more.
Drifting alone in darkness,
for no two can be alike.
soft flowing snowflakes
whispering their coldness
in the morning hours
You are a flame licking me, aflame
with crimson fire of desire,
and crimson-crackly is the air tonight
alight and bright as the candle
that burns like our passion
but fades in the soot-stench of dawn...
embers grown cold, the incense of morning
making no sense, and left bleak inside
with a grey hollow mourning.
Ashes in the grate
grate on tenebrous threads of fate.
You are a thought brushing me, wisps
of winter snowflake-soft,
and white-blinding is the light
alight and bright as the candle
of love that slowly burned out...
fading like melting snow on the garden,
light sifting and churning,
the grey urn of morning
holding ashes of mourning.
fluttering white streaks
spiraling from dark gray sky
whirlwind of snowflakes
In this time of division and discord
I am grateful for individual snowflakes…
one of the miraculous lessons
created by nature’s weather…
They seem fragile and delicate by themselves
but look at the beauty they create
when so many of them stick together
A flurry of flake
Up there in the sky,
Makes this heart ache
And... nearly sigh
A simple wonder
All of it's own,
Like rain and thunder
When you're alone
Coming to call
Without a sound,
A sudden snowfall
Is heaven found.
I walk in cold snow
with gentle, fragile snowflakes
like the tears I weep each night ~
Drifting, filigree
to kiss my lips- then, the snow
falls faster 'till all is white . . .
"Winter`s beauty lies in its quietness and peace,
Offering the chance to halt time`s flight for a while,
Peer down the depth of oneself to feel real bliss
And, despite all odds of life, preserve a smile." by Poet
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When snowflakes fall, faltering on the slumbering world
When trees stand bare, with their branches etched against a grey sky
When chirps of birds, flown to warmer lands, are dead silent
When wild winds waffle savvy secrets through empty streets
When the air is crisp and bites with its sharpened teeth
When houses glow warm, inviting light in long evenings
When the hills roll frosted, like ocean waves
When nature is softly sleeping beneath a white blanket
When ghostly quietness invades the snow-flaked land
It`s in such quietude that I yearn to peer down myself
Serenely scan the very depth of my inner self
Try to know the real stuff I am made of.
Falling, soft as hope
Whispers of light, calming souls
Clean morning, so still
"Snowflakes fall as softly as a poet's tears."
~ an edited quote by Kevin Ansbro
In dappled shadows crystal snowflakes gathered
as sparkling alabaster gems frozen in time.
They cover the ground as a white blanket or quilt...
too soon to melt as Nature's offering of rain.
A moist painted desert sculpted by the wind,
as if Winter's gift was captured by an artist's brush.
An image of innocence; a still life on canvas,
I would aggrandize inside an ornate silver frame
or enjoy its beauty... time and again with a shake
of a snow globe scene from the Victorian era.
How fragile each flake, each individually unique
falling from clouds as if tears were being spilled.
"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event where you
go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?"
J. B. Priestley
I raise wistful eyes aloft to mountain tops,
wearing knitted snowy white shawls.
As I pretend fresh snow silently drops,
I am a princess, behind stone castle walls.
Crystalline flakes kiss limbs of pine trees.
In starlight's glow, eloquence is serene
From turret window, I feel a frigid breeze
in this hushed winter world, pristine.
Silvered moonlight glows across each hill.
From canopied forest a proud prince emerges.
From the sky, sparkling snowflakes spill
and my heart beats with romantic urges.
Near enough to behold his handsome face,
the creaking drawbridge pleases my ears.
Tonight, snowy mountain will be a happy place
for I'll taste his lips mingled with tears.
In entrancing snow globe realms, I dwell,
my fertile imagination is divine.
As a princess, I can cast a spell
over reveries I call... 'forever mine.'
snowflakes drape the fields
scarecrows shiver in silver~
soil keeps its grains warm
by my balcony~
snowflakes peeped in cold embrace
dawn breeze bit like rime
it freshened my rose~
a gift in a china vase
held tight in my heart
a treasure of love~
a balm for recent heartache
in winter's cold stare
I thought it'd decay~
since its flowers looked wilted
yet it glowed in blooms
the cold air its friend~
its frozen stalk bore fresh buds
that blossomed in frost
its fresh fragrance flowed~
bees traveled in snow disguise
to sip its pollen
but one afternoon~
petals vanished in a bleat—
winter claimed its own
I still dreamt of it~
dried petals on my front yard
whispering in snow
Spring is sprawling
out there somewhere
in a Bikini on a Beach
drinking Beer
toes in the sand
glass in hand
while snowflakes are falling
and winter's still here
then when good old
sunny summer comes
(and swallows do too)
oh to go Barefoot
in a Boat on the sea
Barbecue in the garden
play Ball in the park
fun in the sun 'til evening twilight
lowers the night with a curtain of dark
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