Blue-Eyed Winter Child

Some are born
Amidst the cold–
Deep blue winter snows…

Tipping fences
Bending tree branches
Frosting cheeks–
Pale shades, pink attitude

Standin’ tall ‘gainst fair white Irish skin
Winter child speaks to me
’cause she’s born…

In the world between–
Frigidly tenuous place
Turbulent solitude

Her eyes sparkle
Sunlight glint, bouncing
off fresh snow drifts
Somewhere north of heaven…

Frozen world where we live, huddled
under broken evergreen branches
Ever wonderin’ why
Those ocean-deep blue eyes
Forever haunt me and you

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com

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