February Frost.

How you envelope the land,
Packaging all that lies around.
Containing all thats in your hand,
To tiny fragments on the ground.

Is there a lesson here to see,
How Mother, should hold the family.
Retention of the precious host,
Preserveing those we love the most.

Are you cradling in, or keeping out,
Errand things that float about.
Protection is of natures law,
World was made without a flaw.

Skies, warm love, heats up the land,
You open your arms, let life expand.
You nurture, you cradle, protect with a woe,
Certatiny, for new life to grow....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2013
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Protecting the precious things we hold close

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Comments (2)

watersandthewild
..."protect with a woe,"
Good stuff Liz,
Ru
2725dl
Thank u kind Sir
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