Waking the white

My endeavour,

To wake the frozen life

Should not go in vain.

I am here,

Clad in the same colour

In fact,semi-clad.

Wearing an off shoulder gown,

Giving the Siberian air

A cheek-to-cheek air kiss.

I have come to resuscitate

That lost,viridescent felicity.

I have come as 

A mother,

To pamper the impotent snow,

Clinging to the apprehensive boughs.

I have come as a daughter,

With a stubborn attitude

Forcing her daddy,

The snow-clad turf

To wake up from his long sleep,

And take a stroll with her.

I have come as a bride,

All clad in this beautiful white

Waiting for her lover,

The woodchuck

To break the oath of hibernation,

And instead,unite with her in this youthful exuberance.

I have come for winter,

To give it a new life

Breaking the curse of that heartless and haughty cold.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is a beautiful depiction of Spring in my mind as 'she' warms the land, but it also has overtones of fairytale and legend. This is beautifully written FCB. Adorable descriptions, told in a romantic voice.

[fattycbreezy52]

Wow.Yes,it's still winter.Yet,upon rereading your first line,,I clearly got that in what way have you stated it..An amazing interpretation.Too clever:)

[~]

Great one dear sweet breeze. I liked the picture painted in my mind. White - symbol of chastity, yet of cold and separation.. so many emotions evoked with the waiting.
lovely! :D

[fattycbreezy52]

Aha!Thanks for an equally lovely review Moon:)

[Chris]

I simply just liked this one...

[fattycbreezy52]

Glad to know this Chris:)