Snow by Alison McKenzieFather Sky is heavy with child
His season of Winter bearing powerfully down
Upon gravitys deliverance of
Countless fraternal offspring -
The latent, fertile expression of
Lifes most sacred cycles.
Infant flakes tumble obliquely into view,
Blanketing everything with the amazing luminosity
Of immaculate perfection -
Frigid ejaculate of Natures throbbing finale
Come to remind us that
Even Death can be Divine -
Purity wrought from the pangs of Heavens labor.
And so I observe that
Life and Death are confluent tributaries
To the ALL THAT IS -
The One World of
Unified experience;
Within and without time,
Within and without season.
11/28/2006 Author's Note: For a further explanation, please see my journal entry for this poem...
Posted on 11/28/2006 Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
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