Whimsy
C. R. Shafer
You drop white glitter from
the heavens.
It kisses my face
with such gentle, cool touches.
Smiling brightly,
I stand in the yard alone,
my eyes closed, embraced.
In the morning, I rise
to see the beautiful spread
You have cast out to greet me.
Solace, peace
cross my face as I gaze
through the window.
As I ready myself for the day,
(scarf, gloves, and hat)
I wonder what message it is you send
That one has to protect themselves
from the cold
of such beauty granted to us.
2 comments:
~Sigh~Thanks :)
And you DO have some of your mother in you!!!
Loved the poetry!
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