Life Like Winter Snow
Life like winter snow
It comes and goes
Stays its day or two
Then gone, it disappears
It changes form – evaporates
Turns to vapor
Rises to the sky
And waits its turn
To fall again
And who can say
The form it takes
When it returns
Rain or snow or sleet or hail
So life’s vapor
Comes and goes
Like spring showers
Or summer rains
Autum storms
Or winter snows
–LE
I read Omar Khayyam’s The Rubaiyat again last night. Probably explains this vain of thought.
CynOp 
4 responses to “Life Like Winter Snow”
Your poems brings to mind something I often ask myself of late—what comes next? Whatever it is, as time passes I grow more ready for something different (or maybe nothing at all). A change.
I like your painting, though I don’t like the cold.
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Thanks 😊 … I like the cold… for a very short time… once in awhile, as a relief from the desert heat…
What’s next? Who knows? And anyone who claims they do is either lying, programmed, or delusional (IMHO)…; -)
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I agree. When I tell people that in my opinion religions were created by man to control the masses, they think me a heathen. Actually, I’m agnostic.
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Yes… and for me, I need to see the hard evidence for myself it I’m to ‘believe’ in something… anything…; -)
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