Winter Walk

slow breath.

Snow smell is fresh escape
falling to the crunch
beneath our shoe,
tickling earlobes
with the sound of white.

Breath of winter breeze
pinches nose tips
and roses the tingle in cheeks.

Crisp refresh billows
on the scent of frosted air,
as falling snow
blankets sleeping seedlings
in cloak through long nights.

Cold thrill lands on face,
titillating to liquid drop
the melt of fresh flake.

Tender church bell song
reverberates its soft and loud,
tinkling in musical drift
on cool crisping breeze.

Snowflakes dance and twirl,
mingling our snappy steps
within song on winter path.

Hands held steep warm
through mittened fingers,
enjoying the feel of heart
respire in care of amiable touch.

Copyright © 2007
Pamela A. Lamppa
(All Rights Reserved)

Poetry by Pamela A Lamppa
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Written on 2007-04-16 at 15:43

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I think I was definitely walking with you there. It is a long time since I have seen or walked in snow - but this brought back memories with a rush, thank you

Elle x