A frosted glance she sends my way,
shivers my spine and steels my breath,
dares me look with eyes afresh
upon her barren, frosted breast
where treasures lie, displayed anew.
A frosted gift she sends my way
quite diff'rent from her heated gaze
of languid blues and fanning lash
where time abides with gentle sighs
and lips a glist'ning with sweetened tea.
A frosted glance she sends my way
as if to say "Bundle up, quick,
don't miss this beauty of soft grey
where silence sings a soft sweet note
and wonder kisses crisp, pink cheeks.
A frosted gift she sends my way.
by Margaret Bednar, February 17, 2014
|A dried & open Sweetgum ball (1 tree = hundreds of sharp "treasures'|
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Form Challenge - Quatern". I didn't' get it done in time, so I have also submitted it to "IGWRT's Open Link Monday".
For the full details of what this form entails, please see the form link above. I did use artistic license and changed the repeating line (first line in the first stanza) from glance to gift in alternating stanzas. I also have one line that is only a count of 7 instead of 8 syllables.
Her in North Carolina, we have a few patches of snow left, but the grey beauty is melting away…
and for I Heart Macro #40, below: