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Natasha Anne Kelleher

SHOW OF PEARLY SNOW

Snow dancing, flurrying, to Earth's Canvass A magnet for its pictures of icy art  Creating special avant garde murals on landscape's heart

Frost laiden paint brush strokes blown on an artic breeze Sweeping swirling over everything en masse  The terrain covered artistically then seized  By season's grip of frozen winter days and nights cast Frosty tentacles of icicles long clear arrows sharp as glass

Forming haphazard lines along the eaves of houses passed

Once dark and uninviting, now look bright,  Full of welcoming warmth and light, a becon in the dark Walking through the crisp shimmering snowflakes  Each original, under microscopic scrutiny 

Perfect in their form a magic only nature can produce 

Laying out an improvised visage of a white blanket lain 

Amid a myriad of unusual shapes set in frame Scattered yet formed in unusual errant ways

Creating cascades of egg white peaks of snowy mounds

Shapes for the eyes to discover then follow without sounds Trail off in so many avenues of white laden lanes Outlining trees, plants, houses, fences walls and hedgerows Softening their somewhat spiky edges softness to gain

The crisp yet dampened sound of footsteps forged by every step

Gives purpose to the journey to seek the pictures unfolding

On the landscape known before yet now changed beautifully to please

Carp Diem is the mantra of these days Always to remember and wish again 

The cloudy white jewels of angel's dust

Bestowed from the skies far and wide

Blessing the earth with stardust from the galaxy 

Fusing the earth with the universe

Its gift to us all, the seasons to cherish 

We cannot ignore their magnificent call

Nature's land is the gift to all, let's preserve it, not mar it 

For the generations to come, good deeds now, 

Sew the seeds of re-generation in the time of now


So the window panes and sills decorated in winter's pure hands

Water's other form by virtue of temperatures lowering  Then rising... melting the snowy milky scene  Back to colours of red, stone and green Was it real or just a pure white virgin dream

Copyright Natasha Anne Kelleher 2012



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