SPIEGEL
IM SPIEGEL
(MIRROR
IN MIRROR)
(Press for music)
The
last vestiges of winter cling
With
snow an ebbing tide,
Woods
awaken to the sun
Shards
of watery glass
Drip
through the newly
Sprouting
leaves,
Springtime
stretches its wings.
The
first sweet snowdrop
All
coy and demure,
Lifts
her head from the ground
With
arms in fresh tunic of green,
She
yawns and smiles at the sun.
She
is the mirror in the mirror
From
the base of her protecting tree,
She
makes her short lived entrance
To
a world of such impurity,
But
her love of life
Her
tender petals
Give
annual hope
For
a better place.
This
delicate flower
The
mirror of all life,
With the hope
For
a beautiful world,
She
sways in tranquility
Her
simple dance for life.
All
too soon her work is done
As
she lays her withered head,
To
sleep for another year
Every
year a mirror
A
replica of the last,
Our
simply beautiful snowdrop
A
reminder of our past.
Phil
Hall June 2013
enchanting, lovely, so memorable. the music fits so well. this is a poem i will definetly read again and again. amazing.
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