Fay Slimm Poems
|602.||Wisdom Of Love.||11/18/2009|
|603.||Wishing You Spring.||1/5/2009|
|604.||Without A Doubt.||10/2/2009|
|607.||Woman Of Substance.||10/18/2009|
|609.||Word Of Autumn.||9/4/2009|
|614.||Yet To Come.||12/28/2009|
|616.||You Came Along||12/13/2009|
|617.||You'Re In Love.||8/10/2008|
A Pure Love.
As the snowdropp sea of glistening white
Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing
Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty
Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
It's every head of gleam shyly downward
In a modest pose, but lift each face and
Look at love so pure it takes us forward
In accepting states of grace that random
Fate never planned, but rather Godly love
Created. They glow with light, and scented
Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above
This ocean of delight hangs, relentless,
January sky which now threatens rain.
Pure love is snowdropp white ...
Manifesting in the high noon sky
He swirls, and turning
Wheels and dives, while I
In awestruck silence wait,
And, breathless, wish him nearer so my eye
Could note his colour and his powerful frame.
Wildness in perfection on the wing.
Buzzard-bird your freedom