January 28, 2014


As winter grasps it does its best to trap us all inside
Dimension vast in purest white, horizon lines collide

While in the midst uncertainty will tilt a prying head
And bring about a consequence for each one's daily bread

With heart of stone and iron will, the grinder crunches through
Mechanically groaning for the simple and the roux

And delivers there to many, on the snow filled beaten track
A cart, a heart, a lifeline slowly building up the stack

So let the land be laden with a blanket fit to plough
For the summers brimming harvest covered more than God allows



Optimistic Existentialist said...

No matter how harsh the winter, spring is always right around the corner :)

Kutamun said...

The Deux n this wintry Machina is a hopeful spirit !

Helen said...

One of my favorites this week ......

Kathe W. said...

snow will bring that bountiful harvest from the nurturing spring water

Sue said...

I'm with Helen.


Ginny Brannan said...

Left my comment for this on the wrong post, under the newer post after this. Sorry. Your rhyme and meter enhances your words, a well-rounded tale indeed.