I see Heaven when it snows
Brightly white brightest shining
nature's own carpet from heaven dropped
whiter than whiteness
pristine pure purified perfect
God's metaphor to erode sin
denuded trees surrender to cold visitation
standing stark silent in darkened salute
nature goes into hibernation
sleep wrought by rejuvenation
when its' arrival is broadcast
bits and bytes of whiteness
majestic unhurried serene lackadaisical langorous
descending as regal grains of sweetness
submerging obliterating all
removing obstacles dissappearing stars
on nights absented by the moon
skies bereft of light
I look with subdued awe
and see the heavenlies reflected on earth
and declare solemn
I see Heaven when it snows
Tags: Poet-Kudjo-Poh
A mighty oak tree
There it stood
silhoutted against the skyline
lifeless drab in the winter
gallant promiscuous bold in spring
a mighty oak tree
cohered to earth by roots adventitious
strangling gripping choking instability
unshakeable unmoveable indomitable
mighty foreboding grim
A cantankerous posse of geese
wings its way furious from the east
in tumultuous flight to sanctuary
by a malicious storm pursued
pausing momentarily atop the oak tree
they pronounce with gleeful dread
a storm baleful and disagreeable
boisterous and powerful
unlike any heretofore witnessed
slues a path destructive
towards the mighty oak
the great tree of trees abides unshaken
buoyant umnoved unperturbed
awaits the storm's vicious approach
sudden and turbulent is the embrace
storm and tree kiss and wrestle
a titanic struggle ensues
denuded twisted shaken bruised
the mighty oak stands upright
testament to truth simple
Enter a gang of ornery woodcutters
espying the signature oak from afar
approach with the imprimatur of havoc
honed tools glisten with simple intent
render to the tree the tribute of Caesar
normal, moral their avocation beckons
they environ the great tree axes at the ready
branches fall, thick and small
leaves descend fast and dense
soon the brave tree bids farewell
remnant trunk stunted and humbled
still the mighty oak remains aground
testament to truth ordinary
Time's generation marches on
day after day night following night
then the great oak sighs
and puts forth branches anew
lateral vertical bypassing nodes long dead
sprouting life in rampant organization
patient gradual unseen unbowed redolent
until one day the indomitable oak uprises
surpassing his stature of days adrift
wherefore camest thou O tree
the oak responds triumphant
I came forth from the Land of Faith
my name is Belief most redoubtable
I am testament to Imagination
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