In the Gallery

snowy branches

 

Winter’s brush, with frozen bristles

Decorates the thorns and thistles –

Weaves her words to paint a spell

That beautifies the weeds as well

As ever Solomon was dressed

In kingly robes and royal crest;

Her art, expressed in silver tones,

Becomes the flesh to drape bare bones,

Makes beautiful the cold mundane,

Declares the glory of her reign.

I, who humbly view her show,

Am lured, enraptured by the snow.

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Golden, Golden, Gone

golden ash tree

 

Golden splendour crowns him King,

Overlord of his domain;

Golden is his golden ring,

Golden as his golden reign.

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Invincible his golden throne,

Iron is his sceptred fist;

After winds of change have blown,

Golden days are gone like mist.