our breath mingles
creating tiny snowflakes
that rise in the north wind
delicate ice crystals
float with sparks
from the solstice fire
bright little boats on a celestial sea
rising embers sailing across the deep blue
ocean of stars
sparkling bright in the first winter night
*** Twelve Days of Angels, Day Eight
Beautiful, that deep blue ocean of stars!”………..gorgeous.
I can clearly see your metaphor as vivid mages within my mind of “Dragon Breath,” as I call it slowly drifting up toward heaven and morphing into tiny crystalline stars that twinkle with the magic of winter. Awesome poem Kathleen. 😊 I still have comments to leave for Angels six and seven, but I’ve been battling a stomach virus the last several days. I also received my copy of Penelope’s letter to her husband and I’ve read about half already and I’m thoroughly delighted with each poem I’ve read so far! You have mad skills my friend…. Seriously. I’ll send you an email with more detailed comments a little later. I do love this poetry book! I can’t wait to purchase your other poetry book!
Thanks, Keith and hope you are feeling better – there is nothing worse than a stomach virus. So happy Penelope arrived safe and sound and glad you are enjoying the poems! Take good care, my friend!
the poem kind of tumbles out from the mingled breath and ends up being about ice and fire. it is erotic and spiritual at the same time.
Thank you so much – I appreciate your time and your thoughtful reading of my work.