Snowflakes are Angel Kisses
Published
When snow falls, nature listens.
A small triangle floats from the sky.
With every falling flake,
But where are the snows of yester year?
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Snowmen fall from heaven... unassembled.
No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place
Somewhere in the heavens
Of all sound of all bells...
PICTURES IN THE SNOW
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I stare out through the window
MEMORIAL SNOWFLAKES
"VISIT WITH LUKE"
Last Entry in Luke's Journal:
"When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face,
GRIEVING AULD LANG SYNE
Should all our children come back home,
And never leave again.
Should all our children come back home,
We wish it could happen.
We wish it could happen, for us,
We wish it could happen.
Should all our children come back home,
And never leave again.
© 2004 - Christine Ross
EARLY SPRING
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I feel you in the morning breeze
As it skims across my face.
I see you in the sunrise
As it brightens up this place.
I hear you in the thunder
Before the sky begins to drip.
I taste you in the raindrops
That trickle down across my lips.
I smell you in the fragrance
Of every flower that's in bloom.
But these things I just imagine
From the corners of my room.
It's winter here in my room.
There's a chill down to my bones.
It's dark, and cold, and dreary
And I feel so all alone.
The cold is a reminder
Of this frigid, frozen fear
That casts those icy shadows
Of death, and grief, and tears.
I'm hoping for the sunshine,
Fragrant breezes, thunder, rain.
But most of all I'm hoping for...
a very early spring.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
APRIL 2010, Volume 25 No. 4
LIVING WITH LOSS magazine
Bereavement Publications, Inc.
~Antoinette van Kleeff
It settles on the ground among
thousands of others.
There isn't a replica of it anywhere.
Once it's
gone...it's gone forever.
~ M. Kuhn
a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.
~ P.
Miller
~ Francois Villon
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent,
and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
~ Author Unknown
~ Zen
an angel made this delicate, flawless masterpiece.
Then the angel sent this work of art down to Earth
as a gift of beauty. ~ C.
Preston
most solemn and touching
is the peal which
rings out the Old Year.
~ Charles Lamb
With my baby in my arms,
Singing "rock-a-bye to sleep",
Dreaming of the things to come
Street lights are shining dimly,
Halfway veiled by falling snow.
The lamps in neighbors windows
Give a soft and shadowed glow.
Cars move slowly, almost silent;
On their homeward way they go.
Sitting here in early twilight,
I see pictures in the snow.
The years move on so swiftly
Things change with passing time
These arms that held that baby
No longer hold what's mine.
More souls have journeyed onward
Casting shadows on my face.
Somewhere beyond the twilight
In that quiet and peaceful place.
Some say the hour is darkest
Just before the dawn appears.
I'm still waiting in the twilight
But my eyes are full of tears.
This loneliness surrounds me
And things sometimes look so grim.
And the hope for life that's better
Often looks so very dim.
Footprints out on the walkway.
Snow will fill them very soon.
Far away in time and distance
I hear that old familiar tune.
Spring birds will soon be singing
And flowers blooming all around.
But as I stand here in shadows
Snow still covers all the ground.
Waiting in the twilight dreaming
Of the ones I used to know.
I can almost see their faces
Among those pictures in the snow.
© 1979 - Christine Ross
revised - © 2009
I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross
"MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU"
Music playing:
AULD LANG SYNE