S'mitten

Purring softly s a Kitten

Once upon a time I met a Cowboy with eyes of blue. 

strumming an old Guitar... 

He had a voice that stole my Soul.  

It was an emotional storm that raged within 

the seasons of my life where snow storms abide.  

We danced beneath the Moon's caress where 

falling Stars landed on the breast of desire.  

We rode along the sands of time on a Steed 

whose stride was long and a Cowboy took a wife.  

Now as the snow falls silently across the plains... 

We bid you Bonne Noel  

Reviews

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Certainly sounds smitten to me, Pat.

I wonder what it was truly that drew you in? The eyes, the voice or just the ruggedness of a Cowboy? Perhaps all three combined to whisk you away on your magic carpet ride of love.

You have described these emotions very eloquently and its something that every one of us hopes to have a taste of at some point of our lives.

Another lovely write, Pat, and best wishes for the coming festive season.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley... it was actually the country music he sang, “Because of you God made Oklahoma”... it is a true story... even the blue eyes and the song “Seven Spanish Angels” that ‘fate’ came along. Thank you for your presence of gently falling snow. truly wishing you a Yule tide log with embers of gold and silver ... the scent of frankincense and myrrh. with love and goodwill, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

I somehow thought of Elvis in a Santa Suit entertaining you in a serenade but that cannot be!:) Nice writing Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

Andrew... only in my dreams... having blue Christmas... poor Elvis... leaving so soon and he could have "crooned" my latest poem... but that would be too much for my aging heart. Thanks for your time...
always get poetic half past one am... tick tock. good nite and pleasant dreams. Pat

[andrew mitchell]

You too Pat!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this..."falling Stars landed on the breast of desire"
great line...and the Cowboy took a wife..
Merry Christmas....and Happy Trails to you....
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... I love that you love certain lines...
the innocence of the Midnight hour... when Christmas bells toll across the countryside. My muse is restless. Thank you for leaving your footprints in the snow. truly, Pat