Blooms that hid under the snow
now grow brightly free for spring.
Spring knows of blooming buds;
do you remember flowers?
Blossoming buds rise again
to melt your icy bleak heart.

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Blooms that hid under the snow
now grow brightly free for spring.
Spring knows of blooming buds;
do you remember flowers?
Blossoming buds rise again
to melt your icy bleak heart.

You keep looking at me,
yet you cannot see it all.
There are holes in my heart and
voices of my ghosts in my head.
Feelings today may swish and
sway as feelings change often.
All I have is my love for you
and
my many poetic confessions
received
like falling snow.
Persimmon, indigo, and blue
a quilted work on the landscape
Snow, a crisp understanding
a sunset turns towards twilight, the night
Haunted by the image of landscape
a measure of magic in this ethereal place
Longing for different vibrations
and feelings to come from the snow places
a dream of snow and imagination
Bathed in the last of the sunset twilight
vibrations of colour and snow
Leave me breathless in the dim moonlight
Drifting to sleep
falling away from the couch
from ordinary to extraordinary
transformed into a Queen
Adorn with snow metal
encased within warm finery
marching forward with a few
a diamond-adorned sword
Rumours of war and rage
a river runs red in the south
all my fears appear large
now is not the time for cowards
We ride towards an unknown fate
with honour and strength, our guides
Footprints in the snow
Followed by a tail and two
paw prints in the snow
we arrive side by side soft
at the forest cathedral
I was here, yet I was there
in a windswept green with
the Northern wind words.
Lost in the deep green, the
moss, and the beginning of
snow falling upon my face.
Lucid dreaming of a dreamed
up land coming to life, the
world around me loses form.
There and here.
The forest is full of the sounds of snow-covered trees, scurrying creatures, and the hoot of an owl.
By the lambent glow of the lamp, a witch walks along carrying a song to the trees, the snow, and the Earth.
As she walks, trees bow, creatures dance, and the owl nods.
A Forest Spirit
Softly moving through the snow
No words left to say
Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office
Very beautiful
The sunlit Gardenias
blossoming warm snow
Very beautiful
The sunlit Gardenias
Blooming for our love