Best Poem of C.J. Rose

In The Shape Of Winter
In a curl, I have met the calm of my winter,
Underneath raw, midnight skies
And through moonlight and trees,
Opalescent reflections and linear auras.

Pure white and jagged jewels form
With each cold feather passing down
Through the air, resembling
A heavenly glow, I yearn to touch.

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A Component Of Dance
Oh - but what turns me so -
ln the long afternoon -
Fields of wonder -
The wind - perhaps -
Or my own two feet?

They sink into ground -
Pure cinnamon and wheat -
I clap my longing hands -
And echoes of song all around -

I sashay with light -
And light with I -
With no . . .
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