Snow Falling On Cedars

A Poem by redzone

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Snow Falling On Cedars

The Dream: Death 1

snow, falling on Cedars,

soft and gentle,

is like your whisper’d breath

spoken in silent wisps

of warmth felt seductively

on my ears.

Each flake

a kiss,

a thought

of lavender

and honey’d dew drops

caressing my lips.

It’s a sensual touch

the way my face

curves into your fingers;

into the smile

of your eyes

finding the sparkle of mine.

The Reality: Death 2

snow falling on Cedars

is a Winter’s kiss;

the emptiness of white,

of hard pack’d earth

and its message of death.

Your fingers are cold,

your lips frozen, lifeless

and wrinkl’d with the too sweet

taste of rancid fruit.

It is a brittle, cruel love

that mingles in this wasteland,

infecting

and influencing hope

and the dreams of light

with the bleek meloncholy of dispare.

The Finale:

snow falling on Cedars,

the darkness of vengeful breath

covers everything with the

emptiness of white;

softly

gently

like whispers of silent death.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.13.16

© 2016 redzone

Author's Note

...thanks for reading...

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Lydia Shutter

"the way my face curves into your fingers" what a gentle, tender line this is! The poem has a gray tone to it...so poignant and wishing for things that once were. I especially like the repetition of "snow falling on cedars". Another "nice" one, my friend. Lydi**