Frosted visions cling to the windowpane as flakey diamonds,
each one nature's frigid artistry
that captivates and fascinates our imagination.
They fall in mounds swept by the wind,
forming abstract masterpieces within our mind.
Chilled of body, but spirit thrives
when their white magic paints its spell.
We surrender to the snowy allure
letting it carving by limbs our passions as angels and men
who drift across our soul as January's enchantment.
Author notes
Prompt - Snow
A contest entry
- PIF - 10 People and 10 Lines by Hunger is not Bliss.
300 points, ended August 15, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wow!
Powerful piece You have penned Sweetness
Magnificent take on the prompt
Love the lines about white magic paints~
Stunning!
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Thank you sweetheart for you so touching comments.
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