The light taping of the snow above
She awakes to a blurry vision
A soft smile to the binding warmth
And looks out to the frosty adhesion.
Through the raging silent winds
Each breath the white world bloom
Slowly the snow will settle
And start again to the audience of the moon.
Appear in a distance a shroud of cold
Stepping into a windy clearing
The shredding ice bashing about
Small life struggles in its bearing.
Strangled by the grip of moisture
The frail stem strive to hold on
As leaves and petals in fear they flutter
Rolling gusts diminishes its mourn.
And then the earth fell, twisting and turning
A moment gone, a darkened face
The feeling of calmness and security
No longer moving but moving with haste
The white lily linger at the window sill
Dripping leaves tears of gratitude it weeps
Both hearts beating, she sighs
Snuggled in covers back into sleep.
A most interesting poem and one that I shall read again. Gw62
As I said on the poetry writing forum, this is a good atmospheric poem. Check title though. All The Best. Paul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very enchanting verses for a first piece.........keep it up pal..........its a 10 for sure