"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
My Eyes Beheld
I walked alone outside today
Middle of Winter's harsh freeze
I sighed sadly, another Cold Dreary day
Wait, what is this I see
A breathtaking sight overtook my sadness
I couldn't believe my eyes
A beautiful blooming rose
And it was right there in my own yard
A smile within my Heart, overtook my sighs
It almost seemed triumphant
In the Winter's hard cold
Turning its face upward
So confident and bold
It seemed to be trying to tell me
To smile, there is Hope still
Yes my own smile replaced my sadness
Its own life, so full of will
I just stood there in awe of its beauty
Yes, in Winter's cold it could dwell
I felt Hope and Belief in that instant
In that beautiful Bloom, that my eyes beheld.
©Dana Price
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