Winter's Companion

August 29, 2011
By wildhorse205 BRONZE, Paxton, Massachusetts
wildhorse205 BRONZE, Paxton, Massachusetts
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The trees are whispering
As Winter creeps over the hills
Clad in silence and ermine fur

A stag in the forest pauses,
Brown almond eyes, wide and frantic
As he cloaks himself in sleep

At the top of the summit
Winter surveys her task
her breath paints flowers on the air

She waits for her king
Watching as foliage prepares for their coming
bearing their bright battle standards

Finally, he arrives, carried by the wind
He comes with ice and darkness
As her takes her hand in his

They descend, melding into one
He waltzes her across the valleys
And the stars,like lanterns, dot the sky.



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yuka11 SILVER said...
on Oct. 1 2011 at 8:00 pm
yuka11 SILVER, Gilmer, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads." -Doctrine and Covenants 25:12

this is really amazing :) i like the part where winter "paints flowers"- really great imagery and personification.


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