Winter's Calling

**this poem is called a 5 sense poem...enjoy!**

Turquoise ice,
breaking in the light.
The coolness pressed,
in my soul, melting,
becoming one with my
tongue.

The scent of this
warm moment, like a
wondrous kiss, like a
love so dearly missed.

Black tops made white,
and given a different
sight. It makes everything
pure; like a silent cure.

Now I know for sure.
This is my winter calling.

Like icicles its breath
on mine,
Like a kiss its lips,
imprint me with it's
beauty,
and like snowflakes
it becomes one with
my mind, consuming
my time.

I loose myself in the
whiteness of its capture,
and in it comes my
endless rapture.

**read this poem carefully, it has many diff. meanings. Thnxs...enjoy. Lissa*