Saturday, January 18, 2014

in the dark quiet hours
under snowy skies
while ancient trees
sing their songs
my psyche unfolds
wilderness of wildflowers
tantalize my senses
as i awake
of stories and poems 
once told
cross the threshold of my soul
in a fiery dance
and i remember
in wisdom
no two snowflakes
are ever the same

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