flurries

Winter reflection

Flurries

 

winter not bare of natures reveal

chilled beauty holds it’s own appeal

flitters of sparkle simple and pure

dance about with fluid allure

 

frozen snowflakes rouse deeper insight

intricate fall in random flight

drift or flow, rollick, frolic and blow

down they flutter to pile below

 

thoughts arrive metaphorically

we choose individually

each weaving lives of complexity

all called by God spiritually

 

 

 

James Lehan Paulin 2019

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm a winter girl, born and raised on the east coast, now living in Southern California. Our mountains get plenty of snow, and the roads are extremely long and winding. I know it's hard to believe, but I truly miss the cold, and the change of seasons. You may not think you would, but you do. It's what you're conditioned for if that's what you grew up with. Your poem is beautiful and reads with a gifted hand. Very much enjoyed, James.

[Susan 🦋]

Very nice!!! Power-packed piece with wonderful imagery!! An enjoyable read! Thank you :-)

[James Paulin]

Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem !