Winter Memories
are gold and white
they are warm to the touch
and they smell like
baking cookies.
Winter Memories
are
gold and white
they glow like the moon
and the stars
on a dark frosty night
Winter Memories
are gold and white
they are warm to the touch
and they smell like
baking cookies.
Winter Memories
are
gold and white
they glow like the moon
and the stars
on a dark frosty night
I shared this poem on my personal FB page. I used one of the photos (winter forest moon) to accompany my meditation today on OceanCrest, an interfaith FB meditation group. I try very hard to cite and acknowledge. Let me know how you want me to cite and acknowledge.
I’m not sure who the artists are, but if you just note poem by A.M. Moscoso, that would be great.
Thank you so much for stopping by.
amm
I read this on my phone, but couldn’t comment. So now I am. I love this. The imagery is perfect and I can feel the cold.
Lovely images. The pictures are nice too.
Thank you John
Great poem, I like the second stanza in particular, such beauty!