first snow silently fallen
as a ghost in the night
blanketing dry yellow grass
in solemn bone white
await re-birth of sun
in dead winters cold
conjure close to hearth
as done in days of old
melted ice and snow
pure and sacred water
blessing harvests of fall
thanking divine father
Yule approaches steadily
crone is fading slow
cycles again revolving
through the seasons we go
A contest entry
- Your Best Pre-Written Rhyme by poets whisper.
800 points, ended November 11, 2008, 56 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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blessed be
How wonderful! what a delight to have read this on a cool autumn afternoon .. this was something I was searching for to read
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merry meet!
I'm so glad you liked it! It snowed last night and when I woke this morning I was over flowing with inspiration.
Thanks for you comment!
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