such breath is like lonely dream
a life that drifts in lily white
the air is cold but surely gleams
true beauty through the azure night
i watch it dance and grace my soul
with only the deepest intent
its mere appearance makes me whole
and thus i am far more content
the way it holds me when i veil
my eyes to ebb from autumn's heart
just takes my hand and never fails
as dear Jack Frost who bares such art
enhances almost everything
and thus i smile to see this truth
my inner self begins to sing
and still connects me to my youth
Author Notes: my favorite season happens to be winter.
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1 comment:
When I was a kid my mother would wake me in the morning to see the paintings left by Jack Frost.
I like this poem - it's nice to remember the things that make us feel content and happy.
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