January's Dream
by Melissa C. Rives
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
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The dead is resurrected
Icy prisms coat the ground…
The gloomy shades are lifted
Until shadows fall around.
But even then the purple hues
Bring beauty to the night.
While waves of navy paint the sky
So stark against the white.
A silence spills across the plains
Where gentle blows the breeze…
The naked branches bend beneath
The weight of nature’s freeze.
And I am moved within my soul
By such serenity…
The breath of winter whispering
Its secret harmony.
Outside I find my center
Where I feel at one with all…
I gather January’s dream
Within the flakes that fall.
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