Wednesday, March 7, 2018

poem of the day March 7


The snow started
sometime before dawn
falling from heaven
so white and pure
just like the robes 
of a mystic 
Enlightenment spilling from
the third eye
silently covering
the waiting earth
I see the flecks
merge with life
covering the meadow
with a freshly woven blanket 


of unconditional love

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