frozen lips
in the dancing snow,
wilted flowers fall.
operatic echoes
embrace the cold air,
softly sings my name.
ice crystals
shattered my fair skin,
I'm pulverized in the wind.
my ashes seek warmth,
to live, to survive...
october 2009 c
I was inspired when I touched the
snow for the first time in my life.
a concrete butterfly poetessa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanished-6/
