THE SNOWFLAKE AND THE ROSE
 

Behold the Winter's ghostly pallor,
Cold tendrils of icy death
Bring sudden chills
And steamy breath.

Retrace the feeble moonbeams splinter,
Where crystal prism-magic's done,
As snowflakes' crowded faces
Look in windows one by one.

Remember that soft red evening by the fire,
When north winds screamed beneath the eaves,
And how their cries were answered by the tinkling
Of icicle chandeliers in the trees.

High above the rooftops, the sequined starlight danced;
Far below, within the hearth, the blazing fire glowed,
While we recalled the year's last flowers
That Winter's kisses closed.

So briefly here,
So brief their song,
The Snowflake
and
The Rose.


 

     ~ Bud Evans (c) 2000 ~

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