Ron VanHooser Poet Rhyme

From Limbs of Thought

These silent pages, barren, white, 
as still as any snow-filled night, 
will come to life when dawn begins to breathe. 

Then words, in fresh emotion caught, 
like wind-blown leaves from limbs of thought, 
drift down to paint the emptiness beneath. 

In vivid colors, crisp and clean, 
they whirl across the frozen scene 
and circle in a poem like a wreath.

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