There between the fir’s snowed branches, whispers haunt in winter’s dance,
“Hush!”, she cried in rare defiance, “their whispered dreams don’t come by chance!”
Softly sparkled whiskers flitting through the early morning’s gleam,
whispering wishes for the new day held within this whispered dream.
Written for dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille #24
https://dversepoets.com/
Image – courtesy of public domain
http://www.magic4walls.com/wallpaper/ice-covered-pine-trees-snowing-forest-field-at-dawn-33954.html
jaybluepoems 
Love the whispers and whiskers of snowfall…rhymes softly effortless.
Thanks Lynn
Love the rhyming dreamy verses of the winter’s dance ~
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oooh. love your rhymes!
thank you
How beautiful. Your use of rhyme here is spot on.
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This is so dreamy, lovely rhyme scheme.
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Love the alliteration and rhymes! ❤
Thanks Maria
seems like your words deserve to be illustrated and read all winter to children nestled in their beds. so soothing
Thank you – that’s quite a compliment.
The whispered dreams don’t come by chance.. yes that is perfect
Thanks Bjorn
This is so pretty.
“Softly sparkled whiskers flitting through the early morning’s gleam”
thank you
Faint echoes of a wintry Hiawatha. Love it!
haha – thank you
Nice image that…whispers haunting winter’s dance!
I like the idea behind the phrase “whispered dreams don’t come by chance”.
thank you – it has to be a secret given of nature… 🙂
Such skilled rhymes in this! ❤️
Thank you very much
Spectacular, as always . . .
Thank you Peter. Hope all is well with you and yours.
Ahhh…you’ve painted a lovely portrait of a winter wonderland 🙂
Thank you.
I am not fond of winter, but you make it sound enticing.
Thank you