The Dust of Snow Crept Into My Soul
THE dust of snow crept into my Soul
seasons sleeping all the while
And the Thought:
where shall i go?
ONLY IF YOU CHOOSE the tiniest space of Heart :
Blossoms the fields
and a warm rain into my mouth
deepestly felt within my
bruised heart.
And r.f. wrote:
"I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow."
And if there is a poet living
now within the thin skin of humanity
To wish the royal bee sucking
golden Love i shall express to thee:
Your beauty is satisfying as a woman
with nature's curves
Your images of things enlighten
the tiniest iris' of things unheard
Your existence that comforts
"For this Earth's gratitude
is a half with and without me.
Your last breath in untold time
"thank you as my soul hath room
for your Vision of this world:
we shall come --
toward beauty, soul, body
& tomb.
:: 01-19-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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