First Snowflakes
The first snowflakes,
like dreams in miniature,
danced a nimble round,
fluttered an airy moment,
vanished with a touch.
Tags: Anniina's Poetry
Scholar, Writer, Mother, Dreamer. Editor of Luminarium, an online library for English Literature of the Middle Ages and Renaissance.
4 Comments:
Hi honey!
Beutiful poem!
I wanted to let you know that I saw your call yesterday but I was working for a fairly demanding boss and didn't dare risk the wrath for answering my cell.
I will try to call you later. I have an audition tonight that I'm fairly freaked about. It's for Heavenly in "Sweet Bird of Youth" for a director who once put on my audition cars "not much talent there" GAH!
Love you!
Madelineanne- rock his socks off w/ your audition, then after the play is all done, in your interview: "Why yes, thanks to all the actors, who did such a great job. They are so talented. What? the director? ah, not much talent there." ~.^
Poem- nice sweet poem. i'll have you know that it's been around 5F the past several days, as a low temp here. BRRR! not too bad atm, only 21F (6wc)
Madeline,- What a jerk! Why do you wanna work for him again? I'da punched him in the nose and said, "well, I always had talent for THAT."
Hope it went well, lovebug :) You coming over here soon?
Ist - Dang, I thought it was cold here, glad I'm not in Wisconsin. I need to move south, I do, I do. I cannot ABIDE this cold. My bones are too old :)
I like the poem, too.
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