The First Breath of Winter
 


The first breath of Winter

Was stolen from me~

Hidden within the forest

of silvery birch trees.

Upon the newly fallen snow.

The moon glowing ~

Laying up against

the dark shading of the sky

Closing my eyes Welcoming the spirit

of Winter into my heart.









Frosted dreams from long ago drifting

by me...

Having been fulfilled they have

no place to go~

But to only vanish

into the shadowy mists of time.

Dainty scalloped snowflakes

floating down from the heavens

gently kiss the warm glow of my skin

Echoing their soft whispers in my ears

Upon angel wings silently fluttering

against my heart.











Silence over takes the quaking in my soul

As a Ivory feathered dove takes over to

fly in whispers of the Winter's wonderment

Embracing the sighs of gentleness that

surrounds the earth ~ Giving birth to

the perfect creation of snow.

Falling gracefully

from the blazing aura of heaven.

Encircling us and covering us with

its gentle blanket of virgin white.

With softness in heart we stand

embraced under the frosted

translucent moon upon the cradle

of love's soothing jubilant lullaby.


















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By Velvet Mist

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