I Feel Snow

WITH A FLURRY OF POETIC PONDERING—LOVE IT!

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In the Navajo white of wind's playI reach out gently with my armsFeeling the first hush of snowBrushing, dipping, curvingLattice of meadowsRune of snowflakesTwinkling likeCrystalPearls.Evanescing mystic afterglowA crowning of winter solsticeWhere fireplaces kindleThe thawing of season'sCelestial chill;
Sun's frozenIris smileTearyFrail.



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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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