Monday, January 28, 2008


There she sat,
On a mound,
With the snow blanket around her

The moonlight streamed,
Beating a path,
Through the snow blanket around her

Her pink cheeks gave a soft glow,
From the falling rays,
Reflected from the whitish snow around her

She sat and waited
Waited for the miracle to happen
The enchantment that was part of the snowy cold moonlit night.

There hovered the voice
In between the tree branches
Along the mist from the snowy ground

The moonlight streamed,
Passing through it,
Slicing through the mist in the air

The voice gave a gasp
From the mixture of the mist
Surrounding it from all directions

The voice hovered and waited
Waited for her to see the miracle
The enchantment that was part of the misty cold moonlit night

And then she saw it
And then the voice showed it

Now she was content and knew herself
Now the voice was happy that it did its job

She went back to ordinary life determined
The voice moved back into the mists calmed

All that was left was the moonlight
All that was left was the snow
All that was left was the night stars


Superficial Gibbering prater said... among the voice posts..

alpine path said...

superficial gibbering prater, thanks :) It really is enchanting!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poetry...:) i absolutely loved it.

Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Lovely, lovely!

alpine path said...

lavender, thanks :) Me too!

Sudipta, thanks a lot :) I fell in love with it too!

Girl of Destiny said...


I see that you love Anne too.. Good to see :-)

alpine path said...

Girl of destiny, welcome! And thanks :) Yup! I love Anne too... she is one of the few heroines who seem to grow on you even after years :)