Family Poetry posted February 27, 2021

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A poem of love.

What was mine.

by John bailey

The snow that fell last night,
leaving the landscape a beautiful white.
I did not shovel the drive or the walkway,
I will wait, it will be gone in a few days.
I sit here looking out my window,
taking it all in.
This snow is like love,
it's laying there untouched shinning in the sunlight.
It's fresh and new, you want to go out
and embrace the cold, just to put
your hand in it.
As you stand there the cold wind
blows through, so you hurry
back inside, and admire the landscape,
looking out your window,
safe from the cold.
I admired the new snow, I put in
my hand for a moment I loved it,
and held on to all I could.
Soon it melted, I realized all I
could do was watch as the snow
dripped from my hands, and slip off
my fingers, cold as ice,
like the love I admired and held on
as long as I could, now it has slipped
from my hands. I can see how
the landscape has changed in a
moment the love I held so tight
it is gone also, slipped through my
fingers cold as ice.
What I held is no longer mine.
Spring will bring forth a new rose,
to help me forget the past.
The snow that is gone, will bring
on a new wine.
I won't hold so tight this time.

I was back in Virginia for a few days first morning I woke up to eight inches of snow, it was too cold to go out
I sat at the window and took it all in, my pen came up with this poem with a little help in my hand.
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