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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Sullen Days Of March

through long wintery months
sparkling feathery powder
disrupts, disturbs
the quiet lives
sleepy villages and towns
of a world

frosty little imps of flakes
joyfully play and tease
leap through the air
cling to branches;
fall onto frozen earth
slippery, mischievous

sturdy boughs of spruce
begging for a release
from shivering cold
shaking in their plea
for warmer day,

a season lingers
under winter's blast of frozen crystals
a world awaits
return of flower's sweet scent
and plush meadow's green

such a glorious task
each season's wondrous beauty
God's design