Wintry Sunday Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Wintry Sunday
Let me wrap you in a blanket of snow
Then make snow angels
Like we did when we were nine
And listen to the aria of the snow
Drifting across the frozen lake
As you teach me to skate
Then we'll go to a cafe to warm up
With a piece of chocolate cake and a hot chocolate
You with yr whipped cream moustache
To make me laugh as I remove it
Then we'll walk home in the gusty wind
As we can barely see
Warmed from the treats, we arrive home to remove
Our wet clothes
And into a cozy bed to make love
On a Sunday afternoon
Who said romance is dead for after reading your poem Leeann it is clearly alive and well. In fact it thrives. And thrives enchantingly. Five deserved stars and thank you for writing and sharing. Take care and enjoy life.
Stunning imagery. I get visions of my own past in your words. I look forward to recreating and reawakening those times. Excellent verse, LeeAnn.
Such wonderful memories of romancing the loved one in the cold of winter. Nice job, LeeAnn!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:33:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely try romantic poem, romance is still alive! 5*