Billet-doux
Billet-doux:
Oh, My Sweetness,
To struggle against the burning stars and the frosted waters of heaven is nothing without the elegant light of
a Winter dawn. So beautiful is the spinning coin that dances on the gathered dunes. The breathtaking pirouette of golden birds spurns lightheadedness and a generous amount of wonder. But it is the velvet-winged moth that basks in the pearly moon bath that makes the world feel like a berceuse. And as the lavender wind quietly sways, the darkness of a changing season tears away like an unwanted page in a lover’s notebook. The assorted colors of fortune are different from the azalea eyes of strangers who are looking for the comfort of silence and love. To tell their difference is a puzzle game of hopscotch and cards, or something splendid that could go unnoticed. So if the echo comes through the window will we be saved before the warning crow caws? Or should we just be fine with woolgathering?
a Winter dawn. So beautiful is the spinning coin that dances on the gathered dunes. The breathtaking pirouette of golden birds spurns lightheadedness and a generous amount of wonder. But it is the velvet-winged moth that basks in the pearly moon bath that makes the world feel like a berceuse. And as the lavender wind quietly sways, the darkness of a changing season tears away like an unwanted page in a lover’s notebook. The assorted colors of fortune are different from the azalea eyes of strangers who are looking for the comfort of silence and love. To tell their difference is a puzzle game of hopscotch and cards, or something splendid that could go unnoticed. So if the echo comes through the window will we be saved before the warning crow caws? Or should we just be fine with woolgathering?
With Devotion,
Your Dearest
©️Winter Dawn Burns
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love:
“the spinning coin that dances on the gathered dunes”
“the darkness of a changing season tears away like an unwanted page in a lover’s notebook.”
” a puzzle game of hopscotch and cards”
Thanks so much, Pam! I appreciate you reading and commenting on my poems!
So many great lines. Not to completely copy Pam, but I , too, love these lines:
“the spinning coin that dances on the gathered dunes”
“like an unwanted page in a lover’s notebook”
“azalea eyes”
Thank you, Shaun! Thanks again for reading and commenting on my poems!
Gorgeous language in this love letter!
The end, so wonderful.
“So if the echo comes through the window will we be saved before the warning crow caws? Or should we just be fine with woolgathering?”
I also love how you weave in your name. Into all of your poems this month?
Thank you si much for reading and commenting on my poems! And yes, most, but not all poems have my name woven into the poem!
A painting, a song, a collage of love. Beautiful language used to tell the story.
Thank you, Virginia! I appreciate you taking the time to read my poems and for commenting on them, too!