Gentle nature enjoys stripping. Winter
Clears trees, leaving leafless crystaline lace,
Baring exposed branches to glittering space
We, through film-hooded eyes, gauzily shroud
Our intent. Claritys' gifts are uncounted.
Valuable glassy-bright motives beclouded.
Afraid of exposing our 'I', deftly, we
Allow translucent frosting no melt. Simply
Trusting, we, like trees, will love transparency.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-in-lovelight/
