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Please Scroll Down For Life Of A Snowflake, Autumn To A Dawning Light
April Showers
Budding branches sway with the cool breeze,
a cape of flying sparrows flutter to a bare tree.
Swiftly, little wings beat against damp fresh air,
breath of God, speaks the circle of life we share.
Lands rest, drink beneath the misty sky,
rain pours down and the sparrows fly.
Shrinking snow and ice of frozen nature,
sour scents stink canine's wasteful pleasure.
Water angels wash the land from frosty season,
in celebration of new growth under a spring sun.
Beclouded rays bring warmth to the land,
flowers greet and praise the Creator firsthand.
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Life of a Snowflake
Crystalline formation.
Pure water and air become one;
birth of a cold white friend.
A journey begins.
Fall down, snowflake you must
fall down and soar free.
The little snowflake.
A frozen unique design
falls into the arms of wind,
hurled through love and tears.
Fall down, snowflake so soft,
fall down and soar free.
My delicate friend,
you move among others,
carried within brisk streams,
some join, admiring your grooves.
Fall down, snowflake makes friends,
fall down and soar free.
The snow of a serene storm falls,
traveling through life.
One may only meet a few loves
along a storm, a lifetime.
Fall down, snowflake holding one,
fall down and soar free.
Graceful, like the plucks of a harp,
gathering weight of snowflakes landing,
now taking it easy on roof or tree,
sparkling together.
Pure, snow you're beautiful,
pure, white and happy.
My frosted old friend,
a time comes when you will melt.
You can't last forever.
Absorbed by nature that passes.
Cherished, snowflake you're gone,
cherished, remembered by me.
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Autumn to a Dawning Light
Shadows leap over light
through waves
onto a deep smouldering covenant of winds,
comes the ending of summer,
portal to winter.
Through summer's horizon,
incipient declination to all sweet, warm
delicate tapestry of growth.
Deep in a man's heart there lies a vow,
as a peaceful
waking and dieing moment,
diminishing the time of flourished love
like the waves along the path of a leaf to its sleep.
Drums digging deep into the soundings of darkness,
an end is nearing
harking a howling hope.
A love,
oath of heart wilting into a timeless cold realm
until the dawning of a new beginning,
new love.
Lead onward magical mist to blossom love and life.
© Copyright 1999-2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale