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Kätzchen · 01-15-2012, 12:37 PM

Dearest Diary,

It would seem that I've not had time for you; but I've thought much about you lately in my private domain.

Today, all I have are poetic thoughts: thoughts about natural changes in the environment -and- how it seems like my life personifies, naturally, seasonal change.

When I have more time, I'll be back. But for now, this poem is all I have to give.

Until then,
I’m Yours Faithfully

~~~~~~~~

Beneath the Winter Snow

Every season brings its change:

Spring with its scented rain,
Summer with its incredible sunshine; and
Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain.

Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change,

Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope --
The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup,
Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope.

Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany,

Your Star leads me through the darkness of night.
Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon
My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light.

Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love:

Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow;
Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized
Beneath the Winter Snow.

01-15-2012, 12:37 PM	#2
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Relationship Status: Attached to my granddaughter and chosen family. Join Date: May 2010 Location: ツ Posts: 16,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 30,111 Thanked 33,522 Times in 10,647 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	Dearest Diary, It would seem that I've not had time for you; but I've thought much about you lately in my private domain. Today, all I have are poetic thoughts: thoughts about natural changes in the environment -and- how it seems like my life personifies, naturally, seasonal change. When I have more time, I'll be back. But for now, this poem is all I have to give. Until then, I’m Yours Faithfully ~~~~~~~~ *Beneath the Winter Snow* Every season brings its change: Spring with its scented rain, Summer with its incredible sunshine; and Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain. Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change, Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope -- The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup, Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope. Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany, Your Star leads me through the darkness of night. Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light. Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love: Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow; Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized Beneath the Winter Snow. LDS © November 2007 __________________ “A problem is a chance to do your very best,” — Duke Ellington.