Velvet Shoes

by Beth | More Than Oregano

This poem is dedicated to my husband and our 5:00 am snowy walks.

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow

In a soundless space;

With footsteps quiet and slow,

At a tranquil pace,

Under veils of white lace.

 

I shall go shod in silk,

And you in wool,

White as a 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.

~ by Elinor Wylie ~

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