RhapsodiaA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellShe is the decadent dawning of divining.
Winter has opened her white wing,
brushing the earth with feathers of snow. Her cloak of sentience is a beautiful thing, wrapping the earth in a glimmering glow. Whiter than white of the white of the snow, splendor swings along the spine of the sky, smiling over the trees standing row on row, spun like a snow-silk shimmering caravanserai. Silence resounds on a harp of salient string, with tiptoe whispers in slippers of snow. With the crystalline voice of a wondrous wellspring, she sings of sunlight simpatico. I gather her blossoms among the mistletoe, and I gather her whiteness in the back of my eye. In the wanderlust wandering wayward indigo, I find the lengthening lull of a lullaby. Winter makes new the birth of everything, in the silent stillness of soft-falling snow. She is the decadent dawning of divining, a ripe reflection of all that we know. Her petals fall to the ground in vertigo, like rain on the wings of a butterfly. She is the rooftop rhapsody sculpted in snow, her white wings whispering across the sky. © 2008 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 5, 2008 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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