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 ...
Sing SPRING, and feel the thrust of newborn thing.
Spring-warmed sun arouses earth,
Then blazons dormant trees to work.
Roots awake, and crawling, shyly nudge and shake each branch.
Soil breaks next, with rank on lush green rank of shoot.
And buds unfurl.
Colours zing, as blossoming life begins again
To sting old winters indolent sleep. Breathe this resurrection theme.
Sink this bursting spring-like dream deep to feed on all year through.