Beneath the snow
Here come the melancholy rains
the sky that blooms
in serious shades of gray
towering high
and then sinking low
to become mist
when the rain stops
and the snow starts
wonder if the world
feels the same
like it 's wading through
a sense of expectancy
as if worlds should merge
in the stillness after the rain
majestic mountains
bear witness to forgotten
and sometimes embittered hearts
buried under winter snows
in the valley far below
the bitterness inside
that burns like lava
forging new acrid paths
rising, rising until it is
swallowed once again
and given a blanket fix
snow to cool the ire
becoming hearts buried
beneath the snow
awaiting a spring thaw.
©2009 Mysty Johnson
Here come the melancholy rains
the sky that blooms
in serious shades of gray
towering high
and then sinking low
to become mist
when the rain stops
and the snow starts
wonder if the world
feels the same
like it 's wading through
a sense of expectancy
as if worlds should merge
in the stillness after the rain
majestic mountains
bear witness to forgotten
and sometimes embittered hearts
buried under winter snows
in the valley far below
the bitterness inside
that burns like lava
forging new acrid paths
rising, rising until it is
swallowed once again
and given a blanket fix
snow to cool the ire
becoming hearts buried
beneath the snow
awaiting a spring thaw.
©2009 Mysty Johnson
