Late one whirling winter night

In nights of fallen dervish snow
green grass grooms all in white
for winter's icy tell tale grandeur.
Countless sparrows' heart
and drowsy Dalmatian trees
cringes slowly in dark suspension.

Hours of darkness deep control
finds the seeded syllable astray
and no hands to tell the timeless time.
Unrushed the shadow glides
over laden lands of opportunity
and all crossroad metamorphosis.

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-11-20 at 01:25

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Zoya Zaidi
Poem after poem of wonder & delight,
Your gem's being strewn, quietly out of sight,
But I see a hidden treasure inside,
& Sometimes, my heart takes a flight!

Need I say any more?

P.s. I love the Dalmatian tree allusion (if I may call it so?) to the bark-sloughing wintry birches!


Notes on living
by Bob