Saturday, December 20, 2008

december 20. 2008

the snow that never drifts --
the transient, fragrant snow
that comes a single time a year
is softly driving now .... emily dickinson --
"bare branches of each tree
on this chilly january morn
look so cold so forlorn.
gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."
- nelda hartmann

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