- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The first Snow fall
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Click hereThe air in the room began
to get crisper
Alerting me to the snow storm
Outside my window.
Looking out the windows it
was natures most beautiful
show
Lacy crystallized dew drops.
Feather light floating upon the
motions of the wind.
Quietly kissing the frigid window
panes.
Seeing them lightly touch the
glass before me
In awe I watch the dancing
flakes silently mounting.
I envy their beauty all one of
a kind.
Moon beams placed upon the
fallen snow add white on white.
I couldn't contain my excitement
much longer.
I dressed in white opened the
door and felt the iridescent natures
delights. Melt on contact on my face.
Feeling somehow part of this
I find myself falling back
landing ever so lightly
Swinging my arms and legs
I make a snow angel
The cold is bittersweet
I stand up running towards my door
Once back inside I strip down
and stand by the fireplace.
My cheeks take on a golden glow
[both sets]
Bending over I allow my hair to fall
clear to the floor.
Shaking my head the waves look
like wheat in the fields on a windy day.
Hearing a sound I stand up quickly
My hair falls down around my body
As I look and see the intruder.
The deer seemed to have stared
at me as I had at the snow.
Winter truly is a wonder of beauty.
- COMMENTS
Christina O. Leighover 19 years agoOh, I went back in time:)
This was indeed, a beautiful read. Nice flow, very detailed taking the reader with you. I think I would've done something different with that line about the cheeks. Also, with more punctuation in this piece, it would've been even better. Thanks for sharing. I very much enjoyed:)
Feeling somehow part of this
I find myself falling back
landing ever so lightly
Swinging my arms and legs
I make a snow angel- I have lost count:)
The cold is bittersweet
I stand up running towards my door
Once back inside I strip down
and stand by the fireplace.- rub those cheeks!
skip.69over 19 years agoWhat a beautiful flow of words, and how expressive. You have a way with words.
sackover 19 years agoYour poem is a mixture of humor and wonder that is quite moving. I enjoyed this!!
LilDarlinover 19 years agoI just loved the picture you painted for us. The snow,..the window..the snow angel(of course, loved it)..You show us what it is to see that first snow. The wonderment and excitement. Just a wonderful picture and feeling.
My Erotic Taleover 19 years agodeligthfully enriching~
wow annora shines with new found poetry
fabuliptous~ hehehe
snow angel was endearing...dareing and touching in
the revelation of the season and mystique of annora's
erotic nature! wonderful~
drawn into the wistful poetic nature of a snow angel
witty and clever write L~
