She falls softly at first
Lazily drifting side to side
Destined for some lovely spot
To dwell, to linger, to shimmer
Drawing joy and excitement
Her hope begins to rise
Looks down to the fated spot
For life, for love, for always
Glowing with red emotion
Not peace, but fire she finds
Scorching the beautiful spot
In fear, in rage, in sadness
Steeling herself for the thaw
Her crystalline form will modify
Since she is aimed for this spot
With tears, with tests, with pain
Strong as phoenix she must rise
And vapor to lift high in sky
Reform and find a new spot
For rest, for health, for happiness
Hope was not lost this time
‘Though she is tired and shaken
Slowly she sinks to a lofty spot
To restore, to reclaim, to live
2 comments:
Beautiful, but made me cry!
from the snows of WI to the heat of SC? So raw, my friend. But certainly it is your time to rest, to reclaim. Loving you.
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