Poems by Kimberlee Edgecomb
By Kimberlee Edgecomb
Far over the rolling landscape
flowers rest in yawning sleep,
beneath a shivered blanket
piled high and drifted deep.
In chorus with the star-filled sky
the ghost-moon mourns its song;
whining to the frigid wind
and winter night so long.
Yet joy arises with the sun
as grass slips take a peek;
promise lies within these signs
that nature's bound to keep.
Soon the glistening carpet
of diamond-sparkled snow
will slide into the valley,
to the seas and lands below.
There, sleeping bulbs awakened
will push through stubborn sod,
To lift the shroud of winter
And stretch their stems to God.
By Kimberlee Edgecomb
God snipped some fur from a bunny's tail
and plucked a feather from a bird in the dale;
tied them together with a Willow tree sprout,
and, with the earth for a canvas, He started out.
Wielding his brush with artistic flare
Splashes of colour fill the air.
Red, green, orange; He paints the trees
With yellow and brown for honey bees.
He dips again as He turns around,
and spills the green all over the ground!
Then back unto his pot he goes;
With ruby petals paints a rose.
Then thicker and thicker the colours clot
As raindrops then the canvas blot.
And crystallize on pane and sill;
Glisten, tinkle; fall at will -
Till scarlet splashes stem the flow
Of redwood trees that skyward grow,
And with their boughs, and one accord,
Behold the artist: Christ the Lord.