Here’s a little treat for everyone’s Sunday. I haven’t given a taste of my work in progress, A Sense of Fall. I haven’t really gotten much work done on the collection, but it’s still in the works at some point. Here’s a poem I wrote recently, with the working title Words.
Words
Can words do justice
to a snowy field bathed
in moonlight?
Can the starlight
of each flake
be conveyed with
d-i-a-m-o-n-d?
What are words
when representing beauty?
Is there an image rebuilt
from a poem’s lines?
I cannot paint you
a picture.
I cannot hand you
last winter’s snow.
But I’ll show you
what I know,
through my words.
In your eyes
I see that field:
snowy, glowing
with silver light;
diamonds shimmering,
snowflakes fluttering down.
It’s the beauty that I see,
Helle Gade 
Thank’s Helle Gade. You are a perfect friend to help me. I make attention to your words. Amhare with love
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