Short Overhangs Poems

The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in a pine tree
Thoughts and reflections how beautiful it is







04.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)...

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Thinking of dew in the mornings
Something cool with the rising African sun
In the shaded places by cliff overhangs and taller trees
The blades of grass, so many leaves, are bathing
And swimming with joy ...
And the sun comes with towels, as it were,
And before long, all green will be dry and hot –
A far cry from the refreshing mornings I have known
This morning I imagined life at the farm we "lost"

NOTE: all is well; shalom, shalom. Tell someone God is GOOD!...

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