James McLain

Gold Star - 57,906 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Love And Falling Snow - Poem by James McLain

Each morning when I rise she is at the window.
Open up close rousing from deep sleep she is very beautiful.
The wind blows softly past around her to my nose
I rise even more to her morning glow,
and sun flowers can't imagine falling snow.

Even the cold winter verywhere descending.
And I inside her head my life is given.
Nature is perceived in this world compared to her
where nothing more is equal.
And intense this pleasure is she is forgiven.

The texture of her rose petals match the thorns
they compel a touch thats soft she knows each colour has a soul.
I close it and it opens by it's self,
I am deep in something I do not know about
that only you can understand.

Shuddering each breath I can not hold and even falling rain,
small your hands take hold one is open then it closed.
When sudden lighting strikes the tree explodes.
Snow is falling every where it's in the air and in her hair.

Topic(s) of this poem: green


Comments about Love And Falling Snow by James McLain

  • Kevin PatrickKevin Patrick (6/7/2014 10:54:00 PM)

    This was cool, it felt like something classical, and yet it did not feel arch or strained by the forceful need to sound classical. Either way this has an amazing sensitivity that really show cases your love of nature and the beauty of a women, - with this you can get women melting into your hands! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 28, 2014



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