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THE SHIPS

A Poem

by Patrick H. Bellringer

Snow flakes fall from sunless skies.

Winds blow the shifting, drifting snows of time,

Into dunes like sand washed by ocean waves.

Puffy grey clouds like restless geese,

Flee from the frosty breath of winter,

Leaving long thin trails of coldness in their wake.

The eternal spanse of heaven, opens

To show its unending depths of Light,

As golden streams of Coeleno's rays

Cast long shadows on the driven snow.

Grey cloud forms of lighter hues,

Create domes and discs of startling view,

Of ones and twos and even rows--of an armada.

Hope springs alive in those of knowing

Hearts sing Creation's joyous music,

And inner peace comes softly as the new fallen snow.