Sun's Diamonds
A bitter cold cuts through the bone
Piercing to the marrow
Rain sounds like ice pellets echo_
'Pon each brown leaf an arrow
Then a few days after the rain
Jack's 'oar's frost bright white lies
'Pon hill and valley thick as ice
Sun's diamonds glistening prize
A cold northeasterly wind blows
Stirring the tingling chimes
As Jack's 'oar's frost settles 'pon ground
A clear sun reflects gold lines
Deep is the valley; high the hill
I've climbed up and raced down
Only short stops atop the peak
There great joy I have found
In the valleys lessons I've learned
Deep truths that now sustained
Those mountain top experiences
Are most times unexplained
Finis'
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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