Sylvia Star Poems

A vision came to me of spring
Across the bright, cold, winter air
of budding trees and birds that sing;
a field of meadow flowers fair
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The sleet comes tinkling down in a whispered melody
A white rain in a still, sleeping world
That turns to crystal the bare, brown branches
Of the silent slumbering trees.
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Into the hushed winter woods
I silently steal.
A sacred sanctuary of stillness
And stark, white beauty.
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The rain is falling all around me
And it's raining in my heart.
Everything is dull and dark
Since you told me you were leaving.
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