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Details | Free verse | |

To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.

Copyright © Jill Martin

Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow

Copyright © misty hunter

Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |


Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.

Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken o’er the mountains,
Sparkling brightly in the light.

Microscopic detailed order;
No two flakes were e’re the same:
All designed in sep’rate order;
Who this wondrous tho’t can frame?

Who decreed this awesome order,
Who these details tho’t and planned?
Who made clouds to grace the heavens,
Spread the snowflakes with His hand?

Jesus Christ and God the Father,
And the Spirit, three in one,
Planned and formed, decreed and ordered,
Till this blessed deed was done.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

Details | Verse | |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force

Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

The window panes frosted before the night
While winds blew through the naked trees
I'll sit and watch with child like delight
The soft falling snow that dances with ease

Frozen crystals will find a different form
The emotion is warm as serenity sings
and Christmas lights have their platform
I'll watch the snow fall, the beauty it brings

To see a painting framed before my eyes
That hangs in stillness and covering all
The wonder and calmness can mesmerize
as I watch creation and feel in awe

To enter this painting with due respect
and see each fragile flake and their design
To know that man is not the architect
Makes my soul shiver and my heart align

This blessing that paints a purer shield
To ease the mind from its daily spin
That leaves my footprints in a covered field
To look back at tracks ,to see where I've been

contest A Christmas Snow

Copyright © Frederic Parker

Details | Rhyme | |

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer

Copyright © Marycile Beer

Details | Chastushka | |

A life that changed

Here ends a life that never was Lord, I thank you for your love In the morn, my soul will ascend A snow white turtle dove When you sleep, your dreams alight You’re free from guilt and fear When you awake in the dead of night My screams are all you hear Then like an angel from high above A black cloaked figure stood “He heard your words of thanks for love and has acted as he should” The angelic priest then took her hand And lifted her on high It was then she heard the heavenly band And knew her time was nigh The Lord was there to greet her “My child your faith held strong may you serve for a while longer and join the spiritual throng” He sent her back down to a part of France Where Our Lady once appeared And taking up this one last chance A blue clad person neared “Hi I’m Lucy” the person said Her voice so soft and true She turned to smile, her graceful head Noticing the crowd of blue This was where her true heart lie In the place of penance and love Where in the morn she did release Her snow white turtle dove.

Copyright © Shelley Foreman

Details | Tanka | |

Snow White

Snow white Dogwood dots the spring green forest's deep wood petal tips blood red Cold raindrops wash clean pollen Blood drops wash sinners' worse sin
There is a legend of the Dogwood.. It is said that it's wood was used to Crucify Christ.. After that it because the gnarled twisted little tree that it is know as today..The blossom has four petals and each is tipped with a red scarred looking tip for Jesus' head, hands, and feet...The center of the blossoms looks like the crown that was placed upon Jesus' loving brow..

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

Details | I do not know? | |


Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin

Details | Acrostic | |



New fallen snow – winter's first
Over the river and through the woods
Very soon, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving
Everyone anticipates turkey and apple pie
Mom's already baking Christmas cookies
Better make out your Christmas list
Enjoy making winters first snow village
Remember to thank  God for all His Blessings

	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011

Copyright © Curtis Moorman

Details | Rhyme | |

Alone With God

For five long days I’ve been snowbound.
My home with blanket pulled around
Is quiet as the distant hill
That nestles in its white surround.
My world so very still.

No small birds trill to break the spell.
All vanquished with the flakes that fell.
Electric voice immobilized,
Marooned in solitary cell,
My world strangely disguised.

No noisome birdsong to intrude
On absolute of quietude.
No foot on yielding snow has trod.
Suspended in rare interlude
Alone, alone with God.

The snow remover coming through,
The telephone and power crew.
Although their efforts I applaud
I  miss the peaceful time I knew
Alone, alone with God.  

	By: Joyce 12/30/02  We all won first in this one.  

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

Details | Free verse | |

God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz

Details | Free verse | |


Unfettered-Set free-
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans 
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes 
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks 
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image 
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise

© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast

Details | Quatrain | |


Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?

And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 

Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.

There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | Haiku | |

Snow Upon Mountain

                                        Snow Upon Mountain
                       Sun's warmth penetrates snow's depths...
                                            Trickling water

Inspired by John Freeman's blog picture
Not an entry in the contest..

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

Details | Lyric | |

Whiter Than Snow

Washed in the blood of the Lamb
In your presence Lord I am
Whiter than snow, Lord I thank you so
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

And my soul rejoices in my God
For great things He has done for me
Saved by His grace I am what I am
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Copyright © LEON WILSON

Details | I do not know? | |

White as snow

A winter time kiss amidst swirling
snow fall, pure delight wrapped in
a festive mist.

A tender fragment in time, a glimpse
of a future sublime.

Warm lips locking, we cease talking.
For in this sweet moment our worries
are forgotten.

We now see with fresh eyes, washed
white as the fallen snow. Into the blizzard
of life with faces aglow.

We have a purpose and endeavour in faith 
hope and LOVE!

Copyright © Andy Craig

Details | Ballad | |


The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Rhyme | |

What Is Christmas About

What is Christmas all about?  Santa and his elves?
Gifts we give to someone else?  Gifts we get ourselves?
Decorations on a tree?  Hoping snow will fall?
Trips to see a family?  That’s not it at all.
Christmas is about a time God looked down on man,
Saw him in a sinful state, and devised a plan.
Christmas is about a place here upon this earth
Where God sent His precious Son through a virgin birth.
Christmas is about a man and his wife-to-be
Sitting in a stable small, now a family.
Christmas is about a Babe born that quiet night
With an angel choir above looking at the sight.
Christmas is about some men there upon a hill
Hearing angel choirs that night when it had been still.
Christmas is about these words whispered near the inn:
“His name will be Jesus Christ, He’ll save us from our sin.”
Christmas is about the plan for this child who came:
Dying on a rugged cross in agony and shame.
Dying so all men could be by God justified
When they trusted in His Son who there hung and died.
Christmas is about God’s Son, not about the elves,
Not about the gifts we give or that we get ourselves.
Christmas is about a life we can live again,
Washed much whiter than the snow from our every sin.
Christmas is about a tree where His blood was given
To make us His family and a home in heaven.
What is Christmas all about?  Oh, I hope you know
That it is about God’s love that to us He shows.
When you come to Him by faith, you will sing and shout,
For you’ll really know right then what Christmas is about.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer

Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Rhyme | |

A Warm Blanket of Snow

A bright and beautiful blanket of snow
Silently hushes earth below spring shows

White heavenly glory this covering brings
You’ll see its splendor uncovered in spring

Earths radiant colors will then unveil
New life within this warmth revealed

The blanket lifted will then expose
The warmth and love that God enclosed

Copyright © Deborah Finneran

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ninth Fable

 Ninth Fable 
Ninth Fable 
Tragic Love 
Internet Love 
The Love eye have for ewe is just the same as iff we wed. 
The feelings that she gives me are never filled with dread. 
But nothing she can dew would make me ever want to wind up dead but the 
living do the love they do the life time instead. Eye could walk the halls of memory 
and get depressed or eye could become a nun in convicted pleasure and rest in 
convent until death can dew us part death can give me rest but what of love. How 
can a man get so excited at a little green dot a few mouse clicks and then a cold 
white chat box. The ink is never wet upon mye crinkle paper yet there it is its love. 
When she smiles at me eye smile when she frowns eye weep a river of the 
stuffins kept inside it all comes flowing out to make a wrongful death seem 
somehow write the words upon the mended heart depart from worry and from 
woe and take the brand new start and soon it all works for love. Snow White she 
ate the apple and then fell to fast asleep but Charlax came to kiss her and 
awakened her to live. Prince Charlax kisses good. 
Live upon the creek bank fishing for dragonflies in a house of love. Mending heart 
of Charming. Making love in heart. Mye snow white turtle love my pookie 
pochoucntous love my internet thrall. We can have it all just hold on to my 
namme and love. 
Researchers have now proven that love can mend a broken heart. 

Copyright © charles hice

Details | Acrostic | |

snow white verses sleeping beauty

No pain; no gain regret the lies we've told,
under achieved where does it stop when
two people care.

A figment of speech recalled it's
seven dwarfs; and a fairytale now
composed an evil step-mother to
poison her...... 

As the shiny- red apple drops before
her feet; I will have detained the
princess before her glass coffin to 
sleep with in her tomb....

Mean-While Half way across the meadows
another princess awaits her prince uncertain
where her path leads, she under goes A curse 
that was casted upon her at sweet sixteen.

Only to have followed that path to her 
dungeon to be captivated by A spinning-
wheel where she pricked her finger and 
fell fast asleep.... Once again....

Now they both lye here in desperation 
awaiting thier prince to break the spell
that put them there as a true loves kiss
awakens them.  

where I find happily ever after becomes 

Copyright © Carma Reed

Details | Cowboy | |

Ghost Town Church In Snow

Guess it was ‘bout mid-December
And a winter storm was howlin’—
Was roundin’ up strays I remember
And my belly start to growlin’.
I come upon an ol’ ghost town
I’d rode through many times now past—
There were some ol’ buildin’s left round—
I reckon most things jest don’t last.
Yet there in whirlin’ snow and haze
Stood the remnants of an ol’ church,
That had once seen much better days—
Its cockeyed cross carved out of birch.
A coat of snow made it all clean,
Made it full of hope for mankind—
The whiteness gave it a new sheen
Now at the end of its long line.
No one remembered the town’s name
Or the people that once lived here—
Its history had been reclaimed
By time and heavy snows each year.
As I straightened up that ol’ cross
And thought of folks singin’ inside—
I remembered all that we’ve lost:
Those that lived and loved and then died.
If there’s a moral to this town
And this snowy church all alone—
It’s be content with what we’ve found
At the place we humbly call home.


Copyright © Glen Enloe

Details | Narrative | |

Beneath the Snow

I saw a twig from beneath the snow
Yet, nothing from this image proved
That life survived or life let go
The will or jewel or soul less moved
To be described or cherished, no?
What bright sunlight once regaled
The splendor of its name to know
Or girth of shade less height narrated
By friend or foe.
Beneath its benevolence survived
The warring tide of greed and pride
In selfish arrogance revived
The fate of many to provide.
Long ago, days less renowned
Witnessed steadily nature’s tide
When forests grew tall and sound
On healthy unpolluted ground.
Those days were numbered by God alone
Who created everything known
That one day this tree would die
In corruption lie.
No longer proud beneath the snow
Only memories would we know
To place in mind that like our kind
We share this fate to find.




Copyright © Jonathan Bellmann

Details | Romanticism | |

The beauty of an Angel

It is the storm that we brave when there is no sight to see. 
But that of your beauty that I strive for when I live this life in despair. 
It is there my heart soars is where the eagle is. 
Way up yonder in the blue skies of heavens grace. 
There my soul laids deep in a love of wonders and maze. 
That of an angel to which darkens my door steps. 
Not with death does she bring but that of my heart she holds there. 
It is with love I have lost myself as I search to find again. 
But there you shine a light brighter then the moon itself. 
As I see a star shine through them cloudy days. 
Just knowing you are there and we share the greatest thing of all. 
And that is the love of two hearts desire. 
That it is there I breathe the air of my breath as my love is that of an undying one. 
As you squeeze my heart to which you hold and keeps me pushing for more. 
As I find myself loving you more with the words that cut so deeply. 
It is there it bleeds for you and the way you care for one. 
That it isn't just your beauty I crave but that of your love I so desire to have. 
That of an angel with so much love that I have fallen to one knee and prayed. 
For God to give my heart with sweet love of devotion and you never to leave my side until 
our dyeing day. 
For there you have my heart, so be careful not to squeeze too hard. 
Because it is fragile and doesn't take much to shatter. 
As I can just feel your hands laid upon my chest as every beat it feels you are there. 
With great love I send a kiss to you that it may hit you square on the lips. 
But with that of a gentle but soft touch it carries a love so true and dear.
For it is there my world is bright and snow lay. 
As I have found a snow angel of heaven best but with love and beauty she portrays.

Copyright © Steve Harvell

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Snow Angel

Snow Angel in white,
She can never fly,
She can only lay,
still like a squished bug,
paralyzed being.

She's bewildered,
Then why exist?
She longs to make
a difference.

Aha! Prayer
can affect



Copyright © Kim Bond

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Color Blind in Northern Spring

They told me before I left the south
Son, the snow gets kind of dirty down here
And eyes find a fence against the glare
But boy, I see you hankering to go out
And your face be turned north for its spring
And your heart beats after the birds on wing
You long to go where cageless a man can sing
But remember in any mountain the bear's king.

You should have seen me the first I saw snow
White and unblemished, my faith fluttered high
I could not stop staring at the thing if I did try
The light rose from it and seared me in its glow
My vision shattered like glass, too small to cut
The rope dangling above that pit in my gut
And then I looked till liberty was like a slut
And I was old tom shuffling to peace in my hut

I saw the skin's color, alright. The bloodless snow
But I did not see that nature is deeper than skin
Or that innocence must precede each coming sin
When the eyes were wide shut, could I still know?
I was blinded by the light to believe some drop of it
Was still so good, and then captured by the spirit
I felt I should, to some egalitarian faith, commit
Since deep dark is like looking at close and brightly lit

In neither can one tell red from brown, or green
From blue, but I have how even shapes disappear
When the white feathers of frost are strewn here,
There and everywhere: the snow swallows the stare
Of my man who cannot feel the wilderness cold
Seeping through cramps and feet, no sunset gold,
No rust of morning, nor dark of night, we can hold
One beam of faith to support the brightly blinded soul.

Copyright © L'nass Shango