Snowflakes In My Tea
Cool night whispers clouded sky,snowflakes falling in my tea
gentle in their pull to earth
sizzling in exhale of steam.
Crescent moon in blurry mist
beaming white behind snow cloud
fresh as Winter touching Spring
moving breath to silent shroud.
Heart in ache of days to come
unforeseen as late night storm
wonders of the aftermath
traveling unkempt road forlorn.
Care then placed in other hands
teacup held to warm the chill
tightly to the breast and heart
hoping dreams might be there still.
Copyright © 2007
Pamela A. Lamppa
(All Rights Reserved)
Poetry by Pamela A Lamppa
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Written on 2007-04-16 at 15:52
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