Living within this fragile ice glass globe
A gentle shake and leaves do fall
The sunlit skies reign over snow tipped Alps
As swooping birds graze lapping waves
Each gentle breeze does whisper by
Pluperfect scenery in random design
When snow does fly, from restless clouds
It’s with poetic grace and subtle care
As though shaken by a hand with modest flair
Quite often we can only stand and stare, at
Brush stroked hues of magnificent awe
While our breath lingers in the chilled air
Our eyes are nourished by the sight beheld
Even while the calm beating rains flow down
One tends to take thoughts from their holster
Surely there must be an ever-watching eye
As we dwell here, upon the universes mantel
Living within this fragile ice glass globe
-j.g.smith (11/14/08)
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