Random Snowflakes

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Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding

on our roof,

dancing off the pavement

as the wind stirs

the pine trees.

I pull back from the window

and I realize

it’s time for my favorite book,

and a cup

of Irish breakfast tea.

       

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The Strength of Our Spirit

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The measure of who we are as people  cannot be seen

by the depth of our scars

but in the quality of our journey,

and the strength

of our spirit.

      

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Swirling in the Snow and the Wind

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Sometimes barely a thread connects my spirit to wordflow

and yet I find my voice surprising me

in a snow covered forest,

as if the wind was whispering

my name, and somehow knew me

more than I ever thought possible.

And so I write these few lines

hoping and praying

that a poem lives within.

Listen……do you hear your own whispers?

they’re swirling in the snow

and the wind.

      

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