Winter is fast approaching. On one particular cold night when the wind was howling and the snow blowing here on the northern plains, I composed this poem.
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Winter
Sun, lower your flame.
Let the hemispheres favor darkness
In their turn;
Let Earth slumber in chilled dormancy
Until you warm it to birth again.
You who breathe Earth's frosty air
Behold in coldness of the night
The beauty of each star's light.
Ponder at each frozen step
Love's creative longing for a season.
Oh bliss-filled emptiness
In whose chilled darkness was kindled
The flames of desire.
Where before time Love sought to be loved
There, in the void of timeless space,
There love would seek love returned in human race.
Norm Wright
February 20, 2010
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Until next time, stay faithful.
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