January
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was God
He created heaven, earth, beast and bird
Adroitly accomplished at the Deity’s nod
Borned man and mate to populate the land
Gave them four seasons singing tempo-time
All synchronized by His sacred-directing hand
To the marching cadence of a perfect rhyme
Crystal-frozen light=wave sculpture flows
Frigid wind howls in deep-dark chill-night
Blizzard white cloud in moon aura glows
’Til each tiny snowflake sparkles light-bright
Across frozen water winter coats skate
Down hill races a child on stark red sled
Spring buds sleep as they patiently wait
Winter sun’s warmth mostly has fled
Earth’s beauty caught in a black and white frame
Daguerreotype picture in various grey shades
January winter-white, the canvas’ stark terrain
It’s Painter brushed evergreens into dark glades
Bony limbs stretch through a burnished-bronze sky
Beckon red-feathered birds adorn winter-bare trees
Sings Chinook-wind honoring heaven-on-high
True harbinger-of-springtime, the spirit it frees
Cherish each instant of gift-seasons four
See
nature-reality strutting winter-white
Embrace life-space; celestial-heaven adore
In sacred-gifted time-space smile a delight
Amen! Mon Amie! (I love
snow!)
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