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| This winter of war blankets our lives like a black and endless snow. Inside our warm homes we shiver from the chill of 'live' coverage Of the Middle East, our hearts weighted by the day's count- First none, then three, then eleven, then twenty, then- Weeks pass by in somber anonymity, Like a sleep-walker in a vacant house. This season of little snow sharpens our lives, Makes us irritable and less tolerant. Children squabble, men curse, and women cry At the slightest provocation. On the coldest night of the year I enter the biting darkness, Welcoming a force beyond all human control. Beneath the clear and crackling stars I weep for those Whose eyes will share this view no more, Each solitary tear held firm to my flesh Like the frozen signatures of the faceless lost. In March we will line the sills with mail-order seedlings, Their flowerless petals like the grief-stricken stare Of families in mourning. I will dowse each room with living yellow, cramming the bare corners With daffodil and jonquil. At the passing of the equinox, The backyard hedge of forsythia will waver in the kite-flying wind, A wild and yellow banner, stained here and there With the tell-tale wound of a blackbird's wing. Here at my place by the window, In the solemn stillness of a new spring dawn, I will finger the pages of the daily news, smudging The bold-faced print as if to eradicate its sad truth. I will lift my gaze to the vast and sun-lit heaven, Offering a thankful prayer to a power beyond my Intervention, a force that drives the trees to leaf, Pushes the crocus from the sweet, wet earth, And fills the morning woods with song. � Dale A. Edmands --------------------------- Love You, Dale Webmaster/Kookamonga Square: http://www.geocities.com/paris/tower/9556 Kookamonga Square: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Tower/9556 Please do not copy without Authors consent. Thank You! |
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| "SEASONS AMID WAR" |
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| I feel very Honored to display one of Mr. Dale Edmands writings on my site. He is a very talented and dear friend. He also has the most wonderful site I've seen on the net so far. He truly possesses a heart of gold. So I'd like to Thank You my friend. It has been my pleasure to display such beautiful and truthful words. God Bless You! Freda |
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