Margherita's poems add light to dark, cold winter days.
Imprinted in snow
Cold thin air and self-conscious laughter
left us breathless and with hurting chests
as we conquered the quiet top of the hill
hand in hand exchanging energy waves
our footprint designs revealing to the skies
our secret intentions, dreams and desires
playing hide and seek on the virgin lawn
the white blanket reverberating in our eyes
inhaling our love vapors and exhaling sighs
lips seeking to seal to keep treasured within
the sweet flow of hush-hush words of lovers
to stumble over in mind blowing emotion
landing tightly entwined upon the softness
of the glistening queen size snow flake bed
where we quenched our thirst at love’s fountain
surrounded by the glow of purity and innocence
we melted into each other and left for the stars
on shuttles of ice traveling at light speed
to revive the divine connection of our souls
while our bodies remained imprinted in snow
waiting to be awakened from dream slumber
by the warm and loving touch of dawn.
Love,
Margherita
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Thank you for bringing back this beautiful poem.
Remembering Margherita and her beautiful poems.
Remembering Margherita and her beautiful poetry.
Imprinted in snow
Cold thin air and self-conscious laughter
left us breathless and with hurting chests
as we conquered the quiet top of the hill
hand in hand exchanging energy waves
our footprint designs revealing to the skies
our secret intentions, dreams and desires
playing hide and seek on the virgin lawn
the white blanket reverberating in our eyes
inhaling our love vapors and exhaling sighs
lips seeking to seal to keep treasured within
the sweet flow of hush-hush words of lovers
to stumble over in mind blowing emotion
landing tightly entwined upon the softness
of the glistening queen size snow flake bed
where we quenched our thirst at love’s fountain
surrounded by the glow of purity and innocence
we melted into each other and left for the stars
on shuttles of ice traveling at light speed
to revive the divine connection of our souls
while our bodies remained imprinted in snow
waiting to be awakened from dream slumber
by the warm and loving touch of dawn.
Love,
Margherita
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We did have some snow already.
Thank you yoko for bringing back this beautiful poem.
We have some snow here as well.
Thank you yoko for bringing back this beautiful poem written by dear, departed Margherita.
Imprinted in snow
Cold thin air and self-conscious laughter
left us breathless and with hurting chests
as we conquered the quiet top of the hill
hand in hand exchanging energy waves
our footprint designs revealing to the skies
our secret intentions, dreams and desires
playing hide and seek on the virgin lawn
the white blanket reverberating in our eyes
inhaling our love vapors and exhaling sighs
lips seeking to seal to keep treasured within
the sweet flow of hush-hush words of lovers
to stumble over in mind blowing emotion
landing tightly entwined upon the softness
of the glistening queen size snow flake bed
where we quenched our thirst at love’s fountain
surrounded by the glow of purity and innocence
we melted into each other and left for the stars
on shuttles of ice traveling at light speed
to revive the divine connection of our souls
while our bodies remained imprinted in snow
waiting to be awakened from dream slumber
by the warm and loving touch of dawn.
Love,
Margherita
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Still love these words.
Thank you for posting this beauty again.
Thank you for bringing this back.
Enjoy the winter.
Still enjoy reading this beautiful poem.
