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prima neve
by Maria Massarellamine was not a thirsting when
seduced by your absence
I questioned winter’s siberian breath
scrutinized skies and horizons
the contour of every tree
and all that landscapes my vision
then drifting on revealing winds
I found you. barely perceptible
on my black cashmere scarf when
you were just the diamond dust
of the whole you would become
crisp your kisses elicited
the haste in my walk while
my anticipation’s eye envisioned
the imminence of your purifying tones
candid as the first touch
*m.a
02/04/2012 Author's Note: prima neve - first snow
on tuesday. january 31st
Posted on 02/05/2012
Copyright © 2025 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/05/12 at 07:58 AM your poetry always leaves me with a smile, thanks Maria! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/05/12 at 01:32 PM Love it! This is beautiful.....the vision is so soothing.....excellent, Maria... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/05/12 at 02:08 PM Ah, soft as any snowflake the eye has ever seen! A very nice write, no doubt, as soft as the hand with which it was written. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/05/12 at 09:10 PM ... brilliant..... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/06/12 at 06:21 PM Excellent poem Maria. Crisp as the kisses that elicited it, to use your own words. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/08/12 at 02:43 PM absorbing the sacredness
the much needed *found you-ness*
creativity at its most dizzying beauty |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/13/12 at 05:46 PM I love Winter as well, the Snow it brings, and the hush it delivers. This is beautiful, Maria, but then, I've come to expect that from you! |
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