Visions from my window's pane.
Glistening blanket fill of white,
Shed in palemoon's wintry reign.
luminescence in chilled blight.
Untouched, untrod feathered spill,
Pledged to earth, shimmering down.
coveting Spring's daffodils,
In hushed slumber, under ground.
Not unlike a bride's trousseau,
Her veil floating on sheer faith.
That love outlast depths unknown,
And her love shall not forsake.
by Suseann







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