Is that right, it can’t be so
I am seeing butterflies in the snow.
Gently round my fingers they go
Enchanting me why, I d not know
Little beauties don’t you know
This is not nature for you to be her in the snow
Yet though it is right that you should go
I want you here because you cheer me so
Here in the winter of my life
You show me that life and time are trite
Please if you can stay with with me for if you leave I shall cry
The only sanity I have left shall die.
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Low in the sky the winter sun is hung
Relieved now that the year is neigh done.
Starling light blinds the eyes
The last of the remaining birds have domain of the skies.
Morning draped in silver frost with veils of fog
Cold and daunting arrives the dawn
A hoar on path and grass and log
Dark is unwilling to leave, slowly my fears are born.
Bleak and empty the world appears
Such a sad and sorry time of year!
TEAM Mark
Nov 22, 2014 @ 21:46:26
(((Awhoooo)))
Nov 22, 2014 @ 22:10:52
(((Awhoooo))) back at you!
Nov 22, 2014 @ 23:30:08
What a beautiful poem, your images are so real, so vibrant!
Nov 22, 2014 @ 23:47:43
Thank you so much. 🙂
Nov 22, 2014 @ 23:44:42
Love the butterflies. I see you have turned your considerable writing skills to contemplating the scourge of winter. Definitely topical (not to be confused with tropical).
Great post Willow.
Nov 22, 2014 @ 23:46:56
Ho ho ho! That was quick Paul, topical not tropical. :)xx
Nov 23, 2014 @ 04:05:48
Butterflies of souls past?
Nov 23, 2014 @ 07:21:44
Yes your are correct and also they can signify hopes and dreams. xxx
Nov 23, 2014 @ 10:54:59
Sigh. ❤
Nov 23, 2014 @ 11:26:21
❤ ❤ and we all need those! xxx
Nov 23, 2014 @ 13:44:40
❤ ❤
Nov 23, 2014 @ 15:30:27
❤ ❤ ❤
Nov 23, 2014 @ 10:35:34
Beautiful butterfly in snow.
Nov 23, 2014 @ 10:38:41
Thank you that is what I thought! xxx