I drift in frozen skies of swirling secret,
like silent star-shine
falling season's earthward moon glow
on crusted traveler,
my whispering angels,
come to serenade,
cascading crystal flowers of snow-white soul dream;
remembering your face,
imagining summer
through etching fingers,
scratching window's clear, sweet midnight.
I seek such frost to live
in laugh of miles,
these quiet places,
embroidering spaces,
creating eyes of inward masterpiece,
where forbidden glass quivers reflection
to stilling, shadow's sliver,
as solitude's soft, digressing dissolution
of grounded weaving.
My breath is cloud,
drawing love in northern breeze,
your lingering mind,
ice in colder words of distant canyon's
December meltdown.
Winter bares her young, alive,
her covered way of weather's comfort,
for one last look at vernal smile
within my colder, aging chamber,
beating heart to throb blue ache
for love to touch and save in sorrow.
I have taken globe in hand,
turning crippled wrist
to fly in captive wishes,
spinning words of feathered constellation,
imagining each,
our gifted song,
dancing ears in celestial conversation;
this vision,
questing kindred hearts
to open wide in winter's, windy curl,
expelling youthful sounds of joy
through hands that clasp in common spirit;
hoping you might dream,
and hear it,
these gathered stains of paper logs,
to light your ice-bound room of solstice,
my oaken flames of healing shimmer,
warmer roses,
dancing walls in flickering feathers,
such fluttered, scented wings embracing sigh,
you might remember,
in carols of kisses.
In a list
A contest entry
- 12 hour Winter Quickie by poet2angels.
475 points, ended December 9, 2007, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow....Sch imagery and beauty in this poem! I truly love every line...
"my oaken flames of healing shimmer,
warmer roses,
dancing walls in flickering feathers,
such fluttered, scented wings embracing sigh,
you might remember,
in carols of kisses."
I feel like winter
Lynda
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"my oaken flames of healing shimmer,
warmer roses,
dancing walls in flickering feathers,
such fluttered, scented wings embracing sigh,
you might remember,
in carols of kisses."
Ahhh...There is always such majesty dancing within your words, my Friend...Such grandeur singing quietly within shadows borne by light...Good luck in Lynda's contest, Scribe. 
Wanda
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beautiful
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your writing is stunning...full, round, and ridiculously perfect for such eyes as mine.
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No matter when I read you Rich, I am never disappointed with the wonderful images your poem's convey. I have been slack these past weeks in reading, few personal probs to sort through have taken up my mind and time but I promise to do better. I do hope your Christmas is wonderful for you and yours. Love, C
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