I shall never know
lovely as snow!
a snow whose sparkle lays lightly pressed
upon the sweet earth’s waiting breast.
a snow that only God can say
“Release and float from heaven today,
so children, puppies and angels can play
without a thought of March winds or trees in May.”
rain and sleet and hail
but still my heart prevails
from the words I know,
but only God
(…a winter poem from the cross bred banquet of Yolantha the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, lathered in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe, cultivated in Joyce Kilner, embellished with Anne Sexton, annointed by the blood of Christ.)