Buses cancelled far and wide as we thank our wonderful Great Lakes for their winter-gift...snow-days!
Earth is a feather-bed bedecked in heavens eiderdown
Gone is its lumpy mattress, bare threaded, bedraggled brown
Now city, town and countryside with seamless sweep are wed
Beneath heaven’s eiderdown throw earth is a feather-bed
Time is a thing of feathers twirling, swirling, soundless,
soft
It gathers beneath heaven’s wing, sky-scraper, street and
croft
Where boulevard, bluff and backyard are swathed in winter’s gown
Soundless and soft, time is a thing of feathers falling down
Home is a happy haven warmed by more than flaming hearth
Where smiles and laughter deem its humble hold heaven on
earth
Hot soup is like a feast fit for finest of lord or king
Where ‘round the flaming hearth we gather in earth’s
heaven-wing
© Janet Martin
I absolutely love the message in this Janet! Beautiful writing as always!
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