Category: Writers Block
La Rose Neigeux (the snow-covered rose)
I will stand on the clifftop bare
where the wind blows cold,
and the water churns like steel below.
The sky will be empty as virgin snow,
and I will gaze upon it with reverence.
A hint of rose will linger
drifting from the green places where fairies sleep.
There will be no Sun of gold; no breeze of silver,
just the brittle air,
laced with frost.
In the forgotten land,
where brilliant tongues of flame lap across the dark sky,
there will be castles of shimmering blue ice,
and thousands of diamonds to light upon my face.
And I will be fading.
When the endless nights come,
So I will sink to the white granite and close my eyes.
But in the April twilight,
when the cold rains fall,
I will welcome them with open arms.
For this is where the whispers hide
among the pale light and winter trees.
It is my cause to listen to them
and dance with them
and chisel them into the rock.
The Winter Rose
So slowly at times
While other times
So quickly
Into the Mist of Winter
While awaiting
The newness of Spring
Hi Haunted..
A few thots sharing
Your writings so brilliant
I've missed
..wondering about
that certain Someone..
Been ages you realize
A few have been
the Winters in passing
Nice! I very much like.