Many trees line the streets
each house so warm,
windows like eyes,
all doors are
closed.
Curtains like a theatre
of lights and shadows
are keeping voices
showing us only
shivering
figures.
Snow on the dark branches,
frozen wintry blanket,
in imposture to be
diamonds.
Birds under the eaves.
Bristled bodies
are whispering
soft lullaby
with beaks
under the
wings.
Evening.
My Street under
the silvery and mystic lights.
Crystal field between me and home.
Frozen grass is whispering
snappy song under my
lonesome footstep.
White pastoral.
Author notes
Many trees line the streets
each house so warm,
ST: allpoetry.com/Contest/1730666
Written January 2nd, 2006
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A contest entry
- My Description Your Words by heart on sleeve.
300 points, ended January 9, 2006, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you. This is not a verses. this is a real place where I live with my magic winter muse.
~Sonja~ -
VERY BEAUTIFUL!
What a beautiful place you have described here. I could picture it in my mind as I read each beautiful word -
I am glad you like it Jasmine. You are always so kind with your comments and applause. Thank you.
~Sonja~ -
Outstanding
This is a wonderful poem written with imagery and style! Beautifully written Sonja! A outstanding write!! Best wishes in the contest!!!! Jasmine
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lovley wintery feel to this and with your own unique style making it even more delightful lol abigailxx
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