under packed snows, nothing grows,
but there is the patience of nature
waiting the first stray beam of light
or breeze warmer than the doomed ice
to awaken the world, one deep breath at a time.
such as it is with all things of life
all things of beauty and the dreams
that are peculiar to the earth spirits
that bind heaven and hope to the ground
and will be rewarded for their magnificence.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
nature rests
Labels: 2009, Mariya 2 observationsThe Amomancer Tweets!
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
2 observations:
This is a beauty.
Thank you, Susan. You opinion means a lot.
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