A Winter's Parasol

In reverie’s cadence, she waltzed in a Sunday’s glee

 

Hazel-freckles sloes pirouetted upon bone-white snow

 

Scintillating pearly locks, intangible agreed

 

Blissful elfin fingers twirl themselves to and fro

 

Weaving verses sewn with melody’s pins twinkle

 

From wondrous lips conjured from serene memories

 

My hairy heart resonate such capricious whims in a crinkle

 

To a genuine lass wandering in winter’s unwritten diary

 

The tattered parasol whirls and felt by me fitting

 

Uttering a kindred soul, such the parasol lass so renders me to endure

 

For my frosty words were spirited away, and such did they need knitting 

Reviews

[Raindrop]

You really know how to set the image into someone's mind! Amazing write!

[rwar ish me]

very nice and captivating

[John]

You have a way with imagery, this is a particularly read!

[Aleyah]

fantastic imagery in this one, I love it! Great metaphors/personifications...great piece (^_^)