spring snow
*
spring is not far off, I can feel it
through Fall’s colors, I see new buds blossoming on trees
in my mind. When outside, others expect to be blind
by the brilliant white
of a snowy lane, I find
yellow daffodils, bouncing in the breeze
and a lamb in the field next door, sleeping under a tree in the shade
no one else sees, the sun radiating Love on the land below
how can they, when grit trucks salt the roads to their hearts
when all they can see is their rigid breath, and not a single car starts.
No one sees me swimming in the frozen lake, below the ice
how can they? They are all curled up in front of the fire
hibernating like mice. Can’t they see,
the white outside isn’t snow, it’s the light reflected
from Eden's glow
or is it just me? *
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