Monday, March 16, 2009


Storm wind and rain -
Leaves blown from trees
Whirled high and scattered
In a vague white winter sky.
Heard were the winds
Like a low sound forming
From the throat of hills -

Then came a quiet -
And by morning
Soft descended the snow.

Stopped in a day
Life as we knew it!
A new world, a pure light
Met the eyes -

In such a wondrous
But surpassing way he will come -
Though foretold,
He will take us by surprise.

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