As delicate as falling feathers
The moist white kisses float gently to my cheek
Wrapped up like an Eskimo upon the opened ice
The brisk whispers of weather proffer first bite
Such distance as this makes the cabin seem gingerbread,
With trees dusted by an icing sugar shaker
In the background the mountains peek
Exhaling fog through sandpaper lips
The moment soon comes clear
No matter how far we may be from home
A little piece of heaven can still be found here
- j.g.smith (12/19/07)
1 comment:
There are some really good lines here: "Such distance as this makes the cabin seem gingerbread" is a really nice use of syntax. And "Exhaling fog through sandpaper lips" is brilliant.
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