Sparrow in the Snow
Fragile sculpture,
So seeming lost within the flurry of cold,
Yet dancing upon the snowflakes.
All that seems not
Becomes a truth with each hop and skitter by –
What seems so harsh has made her strong.
Tiny Sparrow,
So plain and brown with no finery or pearls,
The starkness of white becomes you.
You can see it –
See beyond the bitterness of cold here now
To a beauty newer and green.
I don’t know how
But you have become that tiny beacon – Hope –
A puffed and ruffled uplifter.
For if you can –
I can dance upon the flurries that I feel
When the world around me turns pale.
Then I now should
Bring myself out of the safety of close warmth
Into the possibilities.
Not fragile – No.
I want to be as that sparrow in the snow.
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... daily words grew wilder
‘Til the fire became so hot
it burned all idea of caution
But didn’t we know that would happen
When talk turned to poetry?
- Ashley Alquine
visit me at http://ashleyalquine.cjb.net
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