White Intentions Poem by Bengt O Björklund

White Intentions



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 falling snow.
Morning is merely a fleeting name
for your true white intentions.

Monday, May 18, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: snow,winter
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