snow loves trees
"I wonder if snow loves the trees..and fields...
It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep darlings,
til the summer comes again." ~Lewis Carrol
(photo~kate lamberg (c) '16)
while wondering why
snow seems to cling
to whatever it rests upon--
a soft spiraling
of snow flakes
descends
clinging to magnolia's nooks
and cranies, filling birdbath
break dancing on slabs of blue ice
coating white picket fence,
painting a wicker chair--
moistening my hair
the air now still, free of wind
the peace is stabbing me alive
with pulsations of positive forward moving
how the snow tends
to block out the extraneous
noise from cars and airplanes,
the train of thoughts
oftentimes getting in the way
of moving at all
how the rhythm gets established
is none of my business-- mid-day
on a monday--presidents' day
how divine to have time
to gaze at the snow and
feeling for awhile the slowing down,
the immense purple crown,
bubbling up through forehead
healing in spirals
from root chakra up
to the multi-petaled lotus, shooting up
like a sunflower in september,
always reminded
of golden warm center--
a heart designed to love
kate lamberg (c) 16
It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep darlings,
til the summer comes again." ~Lewis Carrol
(photo~kate lamberg (c) '16)
while wondering why
snow seems to cling
to whatever it rests upon--
a soft spiraling
of snow flakes
descends
clinging to magnolia's nooks
and cranies, filling birdbath
break dancing on slabs of blue ice
coating white picket fence,
painting a wicker chair--
moistening my hair
the air now still, free of wind
the peace is stabbing me alive
with pulsations of positive forward moving
how the snow tends
to block out the extraneous
noise from cars and airplanes,
the train of thoughts
oftentimes getting in the way
of moving at all
how the rhythm gets established
is none of my business-- mid-day
on a monday--presidents' day
how divine to have time
to gaze at the snow and
feeling for awhile the slowing down,
the immense purple crown,
bubbling up through forehead
healing in spirals
from root chakra up
to the multi-petaled lotus, shooting up
like a sunflower in september,
always reminded
of golden warm center--
a heart designed to love
kate lamberg (c) 16
Lovely Kate
ReplyDeleteThank you Rick.
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