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Outside Lies the Snow
outside lies the snow
each flake its own uniqueness
beginning descending moisture, bifurcation
eructing tendrils, forming, unpredictable
as is the dichotomy of life
the triumph against entropy
limbs lie empty, skeletons
leaves of feathered frost
birds are few
lost in the hemispheres, patterns
and for all the answers
more questions await in chaos
the quest for God's hand
wondering thru the majesty
this white coat of winter
where beneath the monotony
lies the uniqueness of creation
the snowflake and i share something
the ubiquitousness that is God
it is struggle enough
to understand this hand
some things in my life
were meant to be accepted
winter
God
Fergus Fall 96
Copyright ©
Timothy Ray
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