Single, solitary angel of wing
sifting softly, slowly sadly thou bring
Mine heart tumbling, trembling tragically down
As thou makes thy journey
To the ground.

Fleeting, frozen feather of white
Doest thine heart shine with the sun and light
That a cloud of high did set thee free
Hast thou fallen from the sky into the heart
Of me.

Wisps of whimsical wintry wind
Thou rides ‘round mine head as doest thou spin
Powdery kisses perfectly placed
The lilting of thy lace ‘pon
My face.

Touch, tease, tickle my nose
Lay ‘pon my tongue thy bittersweet ambrosia
For alas my endearments warm I fear
Are to leave me to be holding what ‘tis only thy

Charles Coakley Simpson

5 responses

  1. All around beautiful. Those snowflakes that in their melting are melting us.

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    January 2, 2015 at 6:20 am

  2. Beautiful, as always Good to ready your words on this snowy white day. Happy New Year, Charles. =)

    Liked by 2 people

    January 2, 2015 at 4:09 pm

  3. Soul

    Greetings my friends.


    Liked by 1 person

    February 27, 2015 at 9:25 am

  4. how I love snow…but now that it is April I am ready for sunshine…
    I do love where you took this poem…so happy…whimsical possible an inner fear…love it

    Liked by 1 person

    April 22, 2015 at 2:08 am

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