Poets Corner

In The Winter Sky

Light lay cold in the winter sky

Sun streaked gold on the path that lie

Between the ice and boot pack snow

That took me to my boyhood home.


A walk of little import then

Has come to call in time again

For no particular reason why

But for the similarity of the sky.


Seeds must be scattered wide

And fall beneath the winter sky

That come to rest upon the soul

In quiet ways we do not know.


Angel winds have gifts to bear

Streaming multicolor in the air

Tracing lines inside the soul

Between the ice and boot pack snow.


For now I’m left to wonder why

I saw things in the winter sky;

What’s more today to turn again

And find it just as I did then.

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