A Calm Come Snowing
The turning of years, the drying of tears.
The blessed of days, when the sunlight plays.
The swirling visions, righteous decisions.
The rusting armor, soldier turned farmer.
The choir humming, a godly coming.
The eyes of knowing, a calm come snowing.
date:7/13/21
(bite-size poem no 12 contest)
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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