Silent Storm

 

Silent storm of lightest laces

Winter please come now

Cover thou, mankind’s trespasses

Cool my fevered brow

The drought has dried the flowering bud

Sun set crops aflame

Then all was drowned beneath the flood

I bare all the blame

The wolf has slain the bleating deer

Weeds have choked the vine

The bitch has slain her puppies dear

I am stained with wine

Our spirit is God’s breath once sighed

In beast, herb or man

Inhaled again when one has died

So says Solomon

All creatures here me testify

Death and purity

Will robe us white and for our plight

Restore unity

Silent storm of lightest laces

Winter please come now

Cover thou, mankind’s trespasses

Cool my fevered brow


One Response so far.

  1. Tammy says:
    I like it very much!

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