Winter's Ghost

Winter's Ghost ~

 

Lively with sparkle-

such indistinct snowflakes-

how they are dancing!

 

They drift to the side,

of that long shadow-

and tease the width of my eyes . . .

to remind me, of that . . .

long ago time.

 

In its cold hands . . .

I feel your face, as it trembles,

a mingling river's transit.

 

Those long, translucent hands-

glancing down the sides-

of my now contented heart,

to inspire its lost warmth  . .

 

They nestle in the breath,

which floats across-

my eyelids-

and they flirt with my conscience-

 

As they warm over the frost-

giving my skin-

 a hint-

of their transient, red glow . . .

slowly they cool on my skin's-

pallid lines.

 

I feel them close -

their soft skirts splay, across the hem . . .

of my fickle emotions-

to slowly shed its robes, askance-

to discard its breath . . .

 

While the snowflakes fall. . .

they slowly begin to melt . . .

and your ghosting soul-

drifts away into the breeze . . .

carried on the fluttering wings-

of the snowflakes as they dance,

away from my peripheral means . . .

and I lose sight of you, again-

ahhhh  . . .

my irksome, winter's ghost-

your innocence has much deceived!

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

pretty love poem, good for winter, these cold nights we must travel through

[Foxemerald]

Well thank you very much, Laura! I do appreciate your little 'wintry' note. It is my pleasure . . .