Dressed in bridal white,
Seemingly virginal, angelical bright,
In a sweep of elegance personified,
They slowly alight from the skies.
Dancing through the cold winter air,
A waltz into the lair, graceful and constant,
They sink onto the blanket so snowy,
Melting gently in symphony.
Applause for the creator,
The show holds me in rapture,
For although it lasts but a moment,
The signs remain forever.
And so Mother Nature says:
‘Although the journey is short,
And seems endlessly bleak,
Dance together every night,
Let inspiration be your magical potion,
Live like poetry in motion.’
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//Let inspiration be your magical potion,
ReplyDeleteLive like poetry in motion.//
WOW!!! Awesome lines.. Absolutely loved them!!! What better way to beckon the New Year!!!
Keep it up!! :)
@ Cosmos: Thanks.. :) I'll have to say that your encouragement gives me more confidence. Remind me to get you some Garrett popcorn when we meet ;)
ReplyDeleteWow!!
ReplyDeleteI am amazed not just at how beautiful your words are, but also how exactly you have described what I feel.
Have a great new year, and I hope that we remain real virtual friends forever (if we can't become real real friends that is :P)
P.S. Does that earn me Garret popcorn too :P
@ Vagabond... Happy new year to you too! I'm going to hope we become real real friends ;) Even if it's over the internet! And that earns you 2 bags of Garrett :P
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, The MTA of New York City has a program called Poetry in Motion where they feature poets in select trains in select routes. :)