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
My Winter`s Village #73