Howard Johnson

Rookie (7 22 62 / provo)

Silver Star - Poem by Howard Johnson

Winter devours
Green leaves from my hand
Withering and fades
The flowers colors
The moon hung
Half way in the horizon
Frowning down
At the frozen ground
A passage to the future
Of snow and perilous winds
Where silence seals
In its sounds
The ringing of the brass bell
Echos oft to far
The healing of Scar on scar
God gave us
His silver star.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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