I don't know why I'm writing this in the heat of summer...well, that's what my muse wants...who am I to question her... (lol)

Winter Reverie

she glides...

with grace
upon the frozen pond
on thin blades
the only sound, the sigh
as cold silver metal grazes ice

she floats...

the only other movement
the snow
twirling in the air
like tiny silver dancers landing gently on her hair

she flies...

wings on her feet
an early morning winter reverie

© 2011 Sonya Florentino

photo by Laura Alice Watt
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lawatt/4375493833/

I wish I could enlarge the picture...I suggest using the link above to view it in a larger format....it's such a beautiful capture!

Published July 05, 2011

heather wilkins
We always do what our muse wants. simply lovely.

Jenny Gordon
Wow! Impressive! What wonderful imagery! In the middle of summer's heat indeed, when winter seems almost desirable, here is a poem on its exquisite delights, its delicacy conveyed in such beauty, enticing as it ever cheers when in its sway all else is drear. Superb. I love this!!!

Munia Khan
My thirst for poetry demands this very work in this hot humid summer Sonya..Simply amazing..Loved it.

Kesav V Easwaran
she glides she floats she flies...she is back- back with her eloquent imageries

Karin Anderson
She is special and has paid you a visit to charm us with your beautiful imagery Sonya. Its good to see your muse is back with you once again~