First winter snowflakes
Like falling feathers
Land on a young oak tree
With few leaves from autumn hanging on
Shaking in their stems
From winter's first frostbite
While clinging to summer's past
When life seemed forever young.
Ingrained in each one
Hope of the resurrection next spring.
But for now there is no escape,
It's their time to let go, fall to the ground
Crumble, shiver, crack and break to pieces
Like scattering ashes from an urn into the wind
And by faith uplifted to eternity,
A dear beloved welcomed in heaven.
June 22 2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I love this, Leaking Pen. How are you able to make unified images?