The Particles of Peace

December 31, 2007
By Keith Brown, Birmingham, MI

The Particles of Peace

My cascading waterfall seizes to transpire all year.
Thank god; It plagues me of particles of fear,
but atoms disappear,
evaporate, and transform into eventual tear.
Plummeting shards cut the skies till they are dear,
Arctic beauties in a fierce frontier,
Slow to relax until drifters are veered.
Billow the air, I am revered,
By the the frosty spears
And the cloak of winter's premiere.
Each peaceful particle adheres
to a goodyear.

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