Elinor Wylie

[bardiphouka]

Velvet Shoes


Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet snd slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.

Comments

[wyyknot.livejournal.com]

Lovely imagery in this poem, and so totally appropriate for the eastern half of the country right now!

Kris - who is once again extremely thankful that she no longer lives in the Mid-West!!!