oh! how beautiful is her soul,
where the fireflies of hope swim.
under the **** sky,
where nothing but piercing winter
meets the eyes,
she walks to the
beating through the snowflakes,
to sell red warm roses.
but, how cruel is fate,
her shy bouquets
on his doorstep.
The snow is white.
It's white just like design.
It's soft just like emoutions.
The snow is brigth and shine.
And snowflakes laying on the ground.
The winter came.
And sitting by the window.
I wondering and waiting.
And you are came.
My snowy winter.
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain, and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
~A snowy day in spring!
another snowy day
reminds me of the night
you kissed me on the front porch of your house
it was freezing
but our passion and heat
seemed to block the cold and calm the blizzard surrounding us
you very carefully grazed my snow-filled hair
looked deep into my eyes
pulled me in towards you
and kissed me
intensely and passionately
and when we pulled away
you flashed me your brilliant smile
and walked back inside
leaving me desperately yearning for more
feeling abandoned in the arctic air
every snowy day brings me right back to that night
the night of my very first kiss
the night i still had your attention
the night you were still mine
this harsh winter brings endless snowy days spent thinking about you
When winter wind begins to howl around
and murmurs through my sad and lengthy days
I will sit down and try to write a poem
and find my strength and solace in a phrase
When stand naked in the park are all the trees
and the plants in the garden stop to grow
I’ll write again another piece of poetry
and dream of cheeriness and love to flow
When sunrise seems scant, snow days aplenty
and dullness lingers long for months and end
I’ll write a verse to keep me company
and wish it be meaningful and well penned
The winter god will not dispirit me
when I send message with a poetry
~Snowy days ahead
White flurries descending from the gray sky
Starting to envelope the ground like blankets
Leaves are lovely as if they have trinkets
Naked trees suddenly have ornaments
The cold wind blows the crystals in rhythm
Snowflakes are dancing like tiny butterflies
Winter's beauty truly isn't pale and colored light
The earth's not asleep, only dressed in sparkly white
She had shown to me,
Aurora sweet alighted
the excited verdant ions
a scar of atmosphere
the mantle undivided
to give as sacrifice
to give life to snow
Ye not tempt me with it
Burden of beauty
of foggy things in my dreams
at fancy ballroom mirages
to be found in the refrigerated drink section
outside the air is cold and cools oil on gravel
while across town the burning embers of a home
melt the snow into rivers
The fog of dew on the leaves
drunk, speak the lips of the slain
to look up into the blue
and find solace in the rains.
Foolish to revive
Anew on an April's day
Devoid of such rainy eyes
But full of such snowy woes
Snow in April? Like a true northerner I am neither shocked nor surprised. Just wonder when the Springtime will finally be upon us. (:
Dust gently flying
in this messy house , ''tis a
snowy winters day
Eight of us live in my house me my partner and our six children so it's always messy :) anyway the dust reminded me of falling snow x
light of a fire, staring in the bright eyes of a tiger as you wear your golden heart on your sleeve & try to fight off watery disaster but it'll come in the form of orange rose petals and bright blue lights and ink from your dangerous veins will seep through the pale of your jeans even on the days that the sun never seems to set as you sit atop a dusty mountain that shares your middle name so you climb back down with a look on your face that could only be one of either light determination or distant satisfaction, like the difference between citrus lime and citrus lemon in a coffee cup enough for 2 morning breakfasts and a sky full of shiny stars that you gracefully painted over with red chalk because you were on an adventure