With
all the crazy weather in my area recently, it seems appropriate that my mind is
stuck on cold weather. I’ve also been in a moody place recently, reflecting on
the nature of man and how we come to be so distrustful and cynical. I decided
to roll the two together, as I was watching the last of the snows melt.
Thaw
The
virgin white drifts all around
Cascade
of perfect flakes
I
know I must trod purest field
Though
a step, the perfect breaks
Such
beauty in this world I see
Moonlight
off unstained glass
The
path is lost in powdered sheet
Until
cold travelers pass
Like
nature’s beauty, soul shines clean
Despite
inherent flaw
Yet
rises sun, as trials come
And
purest clothing thaws.
Randall Madden
February 27, 2015
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