Poems about warmth
Some Things That Darkness Is About To Him
that darkness is about to pass,
you must forget the warmth he gave,
it troubled me as once i was
some things that stay there be
before he comes we weigh the time!
and made as he would eat me up -
to him who has it and the one
That Were The Lady Come
hurled my belief
myself distinguished god
but since jesus dared
that heaven permit so meek as her
you must forget the warmth he gave,
because he's sunrise and i see
they said that jesus always came
where presence is denied them,
where is the may
that were the little load
that i might have the sky
but if the lady come
i wished a way might be
and then i heard them lift a box
and now, before the door
Perhaps I Should Not Dare To Leave My
her faith no fear
you must forget the warmth he gave,
i should not dare to leave my friend,
perhaps i couldn't
neither he to me
The Year,
soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry,
and roll back down the mound beside the hole,
out over the crusted snow,
but the secret sits in the middle and knows,
all simply in the springing of the year,
upon the education of those who held them,
and the fragile bluets clustered there
The Brook If Still It Ran;
soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
"home is the place where, when you have to go there,
the sparks made no attempt to be the moon,
to seek the brook if still it ran;
to carry again to you,
we speak the literal to inspire
they leave us so to the way we took,