Pure Perfection or Winter Vacation

I click-click-clicked my way across the countryside on skis this morning(leaving anything with a clock on it at home;)from sunrise to almost noon...oops.I call mornings like this winter-vacation. It was hard to choose ' a few' pics out of over 100 because it was point-and-shoot perfection as God drew apart the gates of heaven and spilled its reflection to earth...

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On some days earth

Is heaven’s reflection

Each twig and sprig

Pure perfection

Tug the door softly

Soon this will be

From here-on forward

A memory

Somewhere up yonder

A bird on a branch

Flits and rouses

An avalanche

Down in the room

By the white willow tree

Whispers a June-tune

Of what used to be

Don’t wish on sidelines

For what is not

Jump into life’s skin

With all you have got

The poise of hours

The noise of clocks

Sutures with flowers

And showers, time’s locks

Who can afford

To turn a blind eye

As the sun treks

Across the big sky?

Soon bold gold-blue

Of this morning-noon

Will fold into

A cot for the moon

On some days earth

Is heaven’s reflection

Each bend and berth

Pure perfection

© Janet Martin