Day Five: #WoPoWriMo - Snow Falling

     

The world was enthroned,

this morning,

on frost,

all distant things

forgotten,

and lost in depths of a late-winter charm;

in flakes

that fluttered,

then nestled, in arms, that promised

an elegant embrace. Softer than satin,

more delicate than lace, they settled

as eyes, on a beloved

face, dusted a branch

with Aphrodite’s grace and sweet sugar,

in the early, half-light. The only senses,

required

were unblemished sight,

and the ability

to rapturously feel, as feathered fingers

did silently steal

the caresses of a fond, crystal glaze.

Ice-fairies happily bathed, in lagoons

that warmed

on a palm upturned,

each was unique, and blessed with pearls,

and diamonds,

of inimitable kind, as the darkness gave way

to desolate beauty,

and the soaring of an engaged mind.