Receive, receive
the snow, the sifting,
receive the whiteness
sweeping, sweeping
across sear leaves receive,
receiving
the weight of nothing,
air conceiving
floating crystals,
frosty moths
drifting down,
swept aloft
across the yard
and limbs receiving,
as the sun is gently leaving,
softness, softness
gently whispering,
softness, softness
now descending
through the trees,
across the eaves,
receive, receive,
receive,receive.
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7 comments:
I liked the picture a lot & the poem as well. Thanks
Smiling.
:)
Well, welcome and thanks Trout birder! My lack of discipline led me to post this poem and then continue polishing over time.
It's like snow. No two versions are alike :0)
Sweet Lynne.
My happiness to know you smiled.
Thank you, dear :0)
:)
Pic and poem work great together!
Hugs from Peru,
Mel
Cathy,
I just scrolled through all of your posts back to June 2008. In knowing you, I know a true artist.
You're awesome.
Hugs,
Mary
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