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February's child


The wet chill of a slow breeze
haunts my algid bylanes;
I walk among snowflakes,
feeling the silent kiss of night skies.

Winter, in ivory frames,
wrote my music long ago.

Soothing, in icy womb
sprouts, of a colored tomorrow.

As mist wraps me in its furls,
I walk frozen Februaries,
feeling the sweet moisture
of Mother's inlaid cradle...



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  • Namita
    April 9, 2008

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    "Winter, in ivory frames,
    wrote my music long ago"

    Beautiful! Ahh- February... February, for me, turns special just because oF Valentine's day, lol! Very beautiful piece, this one... thanks for entering!

    - namita


  • Randomly Beautiful
    March 4, 2008

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    February became my favorite month when I met my husband beneath one of her moons. This was pretty. Best wishes in the contest.


    • sunflowerpoet
      March 4, 2008
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      Oh, that must have been a really sweet experience. I met mine under the twilight of a May... Thanks for the wishes and for taking the time to read and comment on my work...