Winter begins with blue gentleness
dancing around soft circles of integrity,
peripheral crystals invite mild control
as a matter of being in charge.
All that you are and all that you do
leap at the touch of melting snow,
morning is merely a fleeting name
for your true white intentions.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-12 at 17:23
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