Again
in the winter twilight
the sky has fallen to a shadow
as trees and ground blend
ebbing into vagueness
and beneath my feet the way is wet
and little frills of ice adorn all
in crystalline, frosty and filigree
and the air is full of snowflakes falling
oh, my beloved snow has found me
and I am breathless
as he floats among hanging tree branches
and I feel his sweet silent kisses
upon my hair, my cheek and my ruby lips
and I swirl
as my beloved is whispering
drifting and floating
and I am wrapped within his arms
knowing sadly he will leave me
again ...
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June 21, 2021
Poetry/Verse/again
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-852-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (June 22)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/22/2021
First Place
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