The Grey Mist Of A Healing Frost Poem by Soren Valentine
The Grey Mist Of A Healing Frost
Our tree has frozen in the snow,
its branches are now burdened low,
The waters let their corpses fall,
freezing and burying all.
Like a fog the snow rolls in,
birds fly through as the blizzard begins,
a sea of white covering the land,
proclaiming the King of winter grand.
The heavenly snow is our Delight,
and fills our world with resonating light,
with peaceful Silence floating in the wind,
healing our tree that has been skinned.
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4/19/2024 9:22:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this-it captures the entrancement of that first snowfall with the metaphor of something greater. The waters let their corpses fall, freezing and burying all. That line-one of your best of all time! I have never thought of snow being described like that. It is amazing!