pristine palette of unmarked snow
glazed windows stark with frost
etched in unknown symbols
mirroring back the cold sunlight
when the clouds sweep back
a burst of tourqoise sky opens
after the long winter’s snow.

this was how it was… I think
when the world was new
white and silent
with just the whisper of the “word”
hovering, sacred…
frozen breath of god
crystalline mantra
sung deep and true.

a stroke on blank canvas
clean slate for Nature’s hand
her wish to work her muse
leave her imprint
on a land in unbridled white.

c. m. brooks, Feb.28, 2015


~ by christinambrooks on February 28, 2015.

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