Alone, awash amidst this sea of spruce
And pine I sit. Into the rising fog
I gaze as if to see some mystic realm.
Enchantment drew me to this holy hill
By promising a glimpse of heaven's bliss,
But haze and heavy clouds obscure my view.
The gloom, my doom it is, I think, to see.
What is it like to dream of future days
And not of nightmares past? The wintry blasts
Come howling through my brain. Yet on the winds
Of pain a solitary snowflake floats.
Someday the snow will fall and bury all
My shame beneath its pristine flow, and I
Will know at last a season of new hope.
Mike & Dana Rhyne
Christmas 2013
Love the poem, love the picture! Merry Christmas to both of you.
ReplyDeleteThank you! That's my Snowflake, written many years ago, and a picture of Young's Dairy's Christmas Tree farm in snow. Merry Christmas, PP!
DeleteMany happy returns Bug! Great pic.
ReplyDeleteI thought this was one of Dana's poems. Who knew? Two poets in the family.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. And I hope you had a wonderful and very Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading your poem when it came, and appreciate reading it again.
ReplyDeleteI love snow, and snow on pines, but that picture just looks cold!
Merry, merry!
Beautiful! Happy New Year, Bug.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Beautiful poem and photo. Thanks for your friendship.
ReplyDeleteThanks, y'all! Snowflake is one of my very best poems. I wrote it for Bug about 20 years ago. Also, thank you for understanding that a part of me walks in a very dark place. If you don't know what I mean, then bless your heart...I am very happy for you! But as dark as this poem may seem to some, it really is about "a season of new hope." This is at the heart of Advent. And Alter Ego: That image looks cold because it WAS cold!
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