You Won’t be Lonely Long
Only one snowflake? That can’t be.
How can a snowman be built?
We must have drifts, and white all around,
thick like a downy quilt.
Oh, don’t let me put you down, snowflake;
you are a gorgeous sight.
Falling from dreary skies of gray,
drifting into the night.
You twist and turn in the crackling breeze,
frigid enough to break
into a glittering silver dust;
there can be no mistake,
for miracles drift from a stormy sky
and more cannot help but trail
behind you, descending from heavenly home,
precursor of winter’s gale.
Jean, at 80, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at jcalkins01@charter.net.
Hi Jean. I love the tenderness of "You Won't Be Lonely Long." In spite of the cold, winter is a beautiful season and the snowflakes, especially the first ones, are always delightful to view. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Jean--always a pleasure--and I'll never forget you were one of the first to publish my work. Thank you and I treasure your notes and letters over the years.
ReplyDeleteI thought of your poem, Jean, when I woke up to snow this morning. We are finally getting our snow in Maryland!
ReplyDeleteGert, waking up to snow is a wonderful experience for me too. The reflections of light on what seems like billions of tiny diamonds, always reminds me of the time I first experienced a blanket of snow in my world. How the peace and tranquility of that experience will always stay with me and I knew then and still now that God is so good. Even in the midst of a cold and dreary outlook, there is warmth to be had in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent Gert.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene