cold snap
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Saturday, October 14, 2006
your vocal tone may ice me over,
your attitude may freeze me numb,
your bitter chill may leave me strand'd
in places where hope can't belong;
slick nature'd you steer me asunder,
perplex'd in a dry icy burn,
and often it leaves me to wonder,
if Springtime will ever returnyet Hope of a chance Restoration,
keeps my roots from sustaining your freeze
for God is controlling my nature,
in my trials as His warm air I breathe. © 2006 cynth'ya lewis reed
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Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
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Take care,
Sherry
Well done!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Aberjhani
The graphic; the perfectly metered poetry; thaws a frozen heart with love toward the end...exceptionally penned, well done, my friend! Reminds me of Alaska............
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Rusty
Warmest regards,
CJ