Hoar frost on trees can imitate <br /> the snow white blossoms of the spring. <br />On this I choose to meditate <br /> to clear my mind of everything. <br />The whirling thoughts which madly dance <br />and try to hold my interest. <br />Cannot disturb my quiet trance <br />they cease to spin and fall to rest <br />My mind is clear as a deep pool <br />reflecting nothing but the sky. <br />The placid depths are clear and cool. <br />I’m only conscious I am I. <br />This is my time to simply be <br />If only temporarily. <br /> <br />2-Jan-09 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-time-for-m-lady-ann-beard/
