Safe Haven

Safe Haven

A Poem by Skye

Air, frigid and still

Holds its breath bated as

Leaves sigh with impatience

Birds bemoan, nestling even closer

 

Comfortably arranged, and

Eyes fully agleam,

I wait

For the dance to begin

 

One by one,

Turn by turn,

They drift into the open,

A stage to call their own,

With room to leap

With space to swirl

Light-hearted, care-free, and pure

A ballet to be remembered

 

Too soon they tire, nearing

The end

As the curtain falls

 

Together they rest

on each frozen blade

 

A fine dusting of white

To shelter my safe haven

© 2013 Skye


Author's Note

Skye
It snowed here! I wish it would all the time. I hate when it gets all slushy but I love when the flakes are falling :)

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I got chills Chelsea

Posted 11 Years Ago


a lovely dance of snowflakes ( :

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wonderfully written! :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


One by one,
Turn by turn,
They drift into the open,
A stage to call their own,
With room to leap
With space to swirl
Light-hearted, care-free, and pure
A ballet to be remembered
.......
nice lines. well written. loved it much.

Posted 12 Years Ago


aww! First time in my life I leave Virginia Beach area and it decides to snow there? darn it! a beautiful poem though, original analogy I like it. Never realized till the end :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really love snow! Watching snowflakes fall and catching them on our backyard are two of my hobbies. They look so pure and white and this poem reminded me of those memories although it's really cold at that time.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Aw very cute, simple, and neat! ^_^

Posted 12 Years Ago


This a beautiful and soothing piece. Great work Skye

Chaos_Collector

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Skye
Skye

Virginia Beach, VA



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