Let Sun Dust Your Chest

 

 

 

Chest frosted over

claiming winter stories

.

Unfolding flakes of pretty ice

clutch fragile hands

.

a formidable posing

but seasons shift

.

Spring penetrates,

proposing adventure

.

Stirring pots of colour

array with toffee possibilities

.

Let sun dust your chest,

sweeping ancient glaciers

to slide

a river of clean delight.

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

31 thoughts on “Let Sun Dust Your Chest

  1. This made me smile SOOOOO much, it’s so beautiful. I loved it, thanks for sharing your beautiful mind yet again.

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  2. it’s so full… and overflowing with meaning and beauty. I smiled more and more as i read it… felt my own heartbeat.. like your writing enlightens me. I love it

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