WINTER POEM! [snowflake battle?]
Friday, December 10, 2010 by Chigo
You, Me, We and The Tree
Reds and Golds, not long ago
And only once a nip of frost.
Now a land dressed in snow
All our autumn innocence lost.
Willow trees, bare and lonesome
Fanning their branches endlessly.
Dreaming grass, a dancer
Sways with admirable flairs.
Cold days, foggy nights,
The flutist always plays his instrument.
Gloomy sky, a sea of turquoise gems,
Unfolds her arms to embrace the snowflakes.
Hollies and mistletoes, afloat,
Weightless in the cold air,
Berries and pine cones,
Scattered on the tarnished ground.
Fanning their branches endlessly.
Dreaming grass, a dancer
Sways with admirable flairs.
Cold days, foggy nights,
The flutist always plays his instrument.
Gloomy sky, a sea of turquoise gems,
Unfolds her arms to embrace the snowflakes.
Hollies and mistletoes, afloat,
Weightless in the cold air,
Berries and pine cones,
Scattered on the tarnished ground.
It wore a coat of snow
Upon its many arms.
The twinkling light of night
Reflected back its charms.
And as we felt the cold,
At once, the tree and me
Did lift our frigid wings
As winter set us free.
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