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Downward from heaven in uneven flow

Came tiny flecks of wandering snow

Spasmodic, they skipped as if in a tease,

For Heaven can do all things with ease.

– eab, Nov. ‘07

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As if God had not enough to do (with me and you)

He’s in charge of rain, sleet, snow, mist and dew.

(Moisture comes in ways, anything-but-new)

He’s in charge of cloud “one” and cloud “two twenty-two

They are all His clouds under sky gray or cheery blue

How complete with me, you, and all else He has to do. 

          – eab, 3/31/08

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Winter is almost synonymous

With a four letter word: Snow.  

It seems that the first cannot be,

Without the other to blow, and blow.

 

Sometimes it comes down

As downy as pillow fluff,

Nearly as large as pennies and dimes

And, OH! such beautiful “stuff.”

 

When it lights on your sleeve,

Or your tall hat or coat,

Its structure marvelous and crystalline,

But, ah, Don’t you stroke,

 

For it will melt soon enough,

From its perfect individual shape,

And another that is now falling

It place, at your attention, will take.

 

Then there is the fine snow,

As fine as ground flour.

Which so neatly covers the ground

In a short time; maybe an hour.

 

Of course, there are deep snows,

And long snows and short.

And snows in valleys and hills,

And on mountainous resorts.

 

But in whatever form or manner it comes,

Each has its purpose to bring.

So use it, enjoy it, and make snow men;

Or go out in the evening a carol to sing.        – eab, ’64 NOV

Written while studying for my BA in Literature, Cincinnati, Ohio

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That night the snow came down.

It covered the branches,

But left the bottom brown.

And piled up on limb and twig

Until they looked,

Twice as big

As real life.

It’s “kind-a” funny you know,

What shapes we see,

After a snow.   –eab, 12/’64

Written while working on my Bachelors (in literature) at God’s Bible School, Cincinnati, OH. 

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I’ve noticed one thing as I traverse the earth,

With its tears, and smiles, sorrows, and mirth,

That the steps we leave in snow and sand,

When reviewed at a stop, help us understand

The wanderings and achievements of man.

That man’s acts, though small and erased by time,

For a moment and mile appear sublime;

But wind and wave leave the print no more,

For man is a spirit, on eternity’s shore.   -eab, 11/27/70 

 

Written after being somewhat surprised at seeing my on footsteps in the snow in the West Rushville, Ohio cemetery.  I had visited the grave of my only brother, Keith R. Bryan, who was killed in boot camp (Ft. Lewis, Washington) in 1954.

 

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