A Winter's Night
By Pat G
Icicles that greeted dawnbounced back a fire that briefly shonein cool of autumn on mown lawnthat now, all pillowed o'er in white,reflects the quiet of this night.Lacy silhouetted rhymescapture moonbeams in cold tinesthat slumbered depths of limbs laid barerelease again to icy air in silvered voices that recitethe quiet poetry of night.Mounded landmarks take new shapein mantles draped with snowy flakesas fabled castles, turrets white,in lengthened, shadowed folds of nightspill down and over sidewalk moatsto lullaby soft crystal notes.Through tightly tatted window panespass halo lights and icy lanesthis child inside dreams fairy taleswhere moonbeam speak and castles sailwhile watching angels of the nighttread glistening footprints edged in white Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 09:35 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"Icicles that greeted dawnbounced back a fire that briefly shonein cool of autumn on mown lawnthat now, all pillowed o'er in white,reflects the quiet of this night.Lacy silhouetted rhymescapture moonbeams in cold tinesthat slumbered depths of limbs laid barerelease again to icy air in silvered voices that recitethe quiet poetry of night.Mounded landmarks take new shapein mantles draped with snowy flakesas fabled castles, turrets white,in lengthened, shadowed folds of nightspill down and over sidewalk moatsto lullaby soft crystal notes.Through tightly tatted window panespass halo lights and icy lanesthis child inside dreams fairy taleswhere moonbeam speak and castles sailwhile watching angels of the nighttread glistening footprints edged in white..."