Transform - winter

Pile it up

Pour it on

Poetry in motion

is the snowfall.

Flying free

fluttering flakes

come to rest

with what it makes

Oh let me be ever so free

as to transform

life's drudgery...

Music Every Moment - winter

Music at University,

was as in Elizabethan times,

like living in a castle

playing songs and singing rhymes. 

Full expression as I performed

of heart and mind,

how much desire still lives in me

to return to such a time...

Taken Away - winter

Here,

I am allowed to live 

without the stain of my sin;

taken to a place of perfect peace

I really cannot begin

to describe the release

except to say

it's less of a giving,

more a taking away,

of mistakes I've made

just as to You I'd prayed

that all the pain

be drawn..

it doesn't live here,

so grateful to God,

and all memory of it- gone. 

Hood of Snow- winter

Draw me in

oh hood of snow

cover my thoughts

that only I know.

With padded sound

I scare will hear

distracting din -

my mind is clear.

Embraced

in your safety

my refuge

you will be.

Draw me in

oh hood of snow

so peace

be all I know.

Consider the Cardinal - winter

Consider the cardinal

all robed in red

rejoicing through winter

and singing instead

of simply existing

for what lies ahead.

Granting each dawn

its chance for a day

where a hopeful song

may find its way

into the here

into the now

life is worth living

we'll know it somehow

for in each of us

the Creator has placed

a song

that belongs

to His sustaining grace.

Supermoon in January - winter

The moon holds January in its wake,

the snow capturing the white,

sanctioned light

dispersing it throughout the acquiescent night.

So it steadfast stands

like one second in command

who guides nocturnal ways

as the still, chill air

and icy satin sheen

comprise the properties propelling it on -

converging with the dawn.