Poems of Lighthouse Bob

My Winter's Village #73



She wraps her arms around me tight
To scourge my darkened world in white
Her shoulders blend with slopes below
In laden path now white with snow
No carriage pass.  No crevice trod
Her chastened world redeemed by GOD
And only whispers soft are heard
In howl of wolf or chirp of bird
Above the scrub oak, birch, and ash
Where heavens merge in thund'rous flash
The billows rise o'er rooftop stacks
To mark each plot of  homestead's shack
Now, frozen snug in wintry glow
Of icicles slushed firm with snow
Though some that witness think it queer
My angel to the Earth draws near
My Winter's Village bundled in
To hold me close when storms begin
Until the days of spring arise
When once again we'll share blue skies.


-Lighthouse Bob




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My Winter`s Village #73

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