SNOWFLAKES
Snowflakes white, snowflakes bright,
Floating down through day and night,
Filling up my view today,
As winter’s beauty they portray.
A world of silence, cold, relentless,
All driven by the wind and scentless,
As in my house I contemplate,
How snowflakes’ beauty becomes ornate.
They come from high above our heads,
Cover lawns and walks and sheds,
Now make of all a wonderland,
Where grime and dirt are covered, banned.
Tomorrow’s sun will glisten white,
As snowflakes lie so meek, contrite,
Until comes Spring, then melt away,
To come again another day!
-- Poet Les (12-16-07)
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3 comments:
Great job, Papa!
Love, EJ
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*Very nice poem, Papa!**
We sure have an amazing Creator and Savior, who males such wonderful things for us to study and to enjoy! * ** *
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Love you,
Joanna
Mmmmmm
How lovely.
And - yes, ornate ... such evidence of a Personal Creator
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