A Blue Christmas? Look at all the blue!
Blue Christmas
A Blue Christmas? Look at all the blue!
Christmas
Winter Night
Winter Night
How still the silent night,
sky clad in shades of gray,
moon-charmed with mystic light
that flees with break of day.
So still the sleeping land
hid ‘neath the shadowed snow
like resting desert sand
caressed by moonlit glow.
Now still the dreaming lake
spell-bound till kiss of Spring
when it shall reawaken
to hear all Nature sing.
Tonight I sit and ponder,
thoughts robed in Winter white,
peaceful, awe-struck wonder,
still and silent as I write.
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
February 29, 2008
Kenogami Lake
Snow
Snow
Some see Snow as shovels, as pains,
as loss, as accidents just waiting…
Some see Snow as fashions, as gains,
as sports, exercise, carefree playing…
Every Snowflake laughs with pure delight
at the wonder of its being.
Every Snowcrystal in its aerial flight
challenges our unseeing.
These Messengers of Divine Design
descend from birthing clouds to Earth,
Treasures scattered on sacred ground,
Miracle Jewels of angelic worth.
Quietly, humbly, cheerfully, gratefully,
Snowflakes lovingly gather to unite,
seamlesssnowclothlinensofwhite,
white, the uniting of every colour’s beauty.
In Oneness, Snowflakes sparkle with Light
through the clarity of their transparency,
and in their glorious starry patterns,
Life Itself declares Its unity in diversity.
January 21, 2008
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
New Year
New Year
A year just passed into memory
as I heard the snowflakes sing.
The last time I glanced out the window
Summer was chasing Spring.
1974-75
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