Release the beauty of a winter morning
and soar me to the crystal lakes of awe
its where the snow slow shines to bring
the memory of a soaring raven's caw
glide me to the sunny rays of mountain tops
where all stands still in silent whitely snow
loose me ever slow & share the afterglow
of that shimmering hill snowdrop
songs of unicorns symphonically surround
the eyes of those who look and truly see
it is a place where poets find their ground
writing sonnets of loveliness and beauty
Release me to the moment of a winter day
where all the seagulls fly, above the bay …
Fine thoughts, with a hint of alliteration. Ravens, Seagulls, Unicorns, and winter, are an interesting confluence of imagery. Much to discern about stillness and peace and finding your voice. As Maya Angelou posited: birds don't sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song. And also, as Rumi declared: I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears, or what they think. Well done, Vienna. Peace... r
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
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