And comes a pure white blanket laid around the river Cart Across the darkened thoughts of man a Love which does impart And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice up to the Abbey door A voice says “Man with all your cares be still for just an hour” The darkened views of waning health, exchanged for winter cheer The snow reflects a gentle calm upon the town so dear And on the braes the deer are seen walking proudly by For no man can touch their safety now upon their mountain high Upon the tombs of rested men lies layers of icy sense Reflecting that the One great Mind preserves their innocence
Tag: Snow
Snow in Paisley December 2020
And comes a pure white blanket laid
around the river Cart
Across the darkened thoughts of man
a Love which does impart
And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice
up to the Abbey door
A voice says “Man with all your cares
be still for just an hour”
The darkened views of waning health,
exchanged for winter cheer
The snow reflects a gentle calm
upon the town so dear
And on the braes the deer are seen
walking proudly by
For no man can touch their safety now
upon their mountain high
Upon the tombs of rested men
lies layers of icy sense
Reflecting that the One great Mind
preserves their innocence
More #snow in #paisley #scotland
#poem #snow
How quickly warmth, it disappears
Hard snow, I tread upon.
Creeps the frost upon each year
Snow covers o’er sweet lawns.
The tired brooks, like children ran
Exhausted, make their sigh,
Lay down to rest upon the stones
Encased in sheets of ice.
The wind she whispers in my ear,
And scares my evening stroll
Where once the sun did play all night
With chills the leaves do roll.
The robin’s chirp brings signs of dread
It voices beauty fled.
The cold comes down upon my chest
And on my weary legs.
All things are touched with earth’s decay
Joys of hours or years.
Memories to light my way
From darkness and from fear
#Paisley at #sunset
#Poem for the #snow
How quickly warmth, it disappears
Hard snow, I tread upon.
Creeps the frost upon each year
Snow covers o’er sweet lawns.
The tired brooks, like children ran
Exhausted, make their sigh,
Lay down to rest upon the stones
Encased in sheets of ice.
The wind she whispers in my ear,
And scares my evening stroll
Where once the sun did play all night
With chills the leaves do roll.
The robin’s chirp brings signs of dread
It voices beauty fled.
The cold comes down upon my chest
And on my weary legs.
All things are touched with earth’s decay
Joys of hours or years.
Memories to light my way
From darkness and from fear
#Paisley with #snow
I don’t think I will go out today somehow.
Kilbirnie & Beyond 