Posted by on Feb 2, 2013 in Art Journal | 0 comments

 
Walking on a winter’s day,
I began to hear the music’s way,
 
Soft it sang, whisper on the wind,
melody of winter, looking on the mend …
 
Lean in, listen close, and you’ll hear it too,
It rises and falls, in swirls of blue
 
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Snowflakes, sparkles, glitters and gold,
winter is singing, your breath withhold
 
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Azure is the sky, pink is the hue,
quiet as footsteps sings it to you
 
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Listen with care, don’t breath or sigh,
melody of notes, both low and high
 
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Some like a whisper, tread softly abroad
while others, more bold, rival the sod
 
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Choirs of grass stems bow to begin,
anchors of leaves strike the harmony in
 
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Precious as flutes, though bolder than snow,
it flutters and dances, and twirls just so
 
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Rushing onward the silent orchestra sings,
it bows and it trembles, rising on wings
 
Sailing and singing it waves farewell,
as I step back through, over the sill.
 
– Melissa Jacie