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Through Frosted Pane
Through frosted pane,
filtered laughter escapes,
its tickling fingers scamper
past my silvered head,
teasing snowflakes as they settle
upon my woolen shoulders.
Into my snowglobe world I peer,
coolness pressing against my cheek
as laughter returns upon frosty draught,
swirling about weary back and tired feet;
but tenderness warms me through as I spy
figures hustling, jumping, twirling about.
Silver clinks, chandelier winks,
cat sits expectantly upon my chair.
Wedgwood's Lichfield graces the table,
Fostoria Navarre awaits Malbec & Noir.
Beef Wellingtons and skewered delights
displayed temptingly upon linen buffet
stoically withstand an invading army
of fingers, persistent and sneaky.
A moment's perfection captured;
mother, daughters, wife and sons
preparing memories to be taken out
and gently shaken when times become quieter, slower;
but for now to be enjoyed!
An observer no more, I enter, door quickly closing.
Magnified laughter embraced, its arms thankfully warm
as outside frosted window, snowflakes continue to fall.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, November 2, 2011
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