Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sweet train whistles Blow in the frozen night Crystal bits of filtered light Shivering in the snowflakes And the shimmering rains. Sweet train whistles As soft as the warm blankets Chin-high on the hills Autumn spinning rills Of leaves across the mountain tops And a buck, with risen head Smelling the wind. Sweet train whistles As lonely as the season's change As white as the sun Notes of seeds, Pods, And brass-coated wheels Breaking reels Of twigs into the night.