poem by kmg

Snow covering all earth
It stays , packing itself into more
And joy,  boards over it,  In sport...

Sun  might be found in one spot of the sky, here over snow they become friends 
and all the while receives and she's glistening in their coming together...

Roots buried, comforted, blanketed lining the pathways with lanterns that mark 
the way,
Still lit from nights before...

I smile too wide, colorado plants smoke up laughter shining bright beyond large 
bug eye goggles that reflect back to me....

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven....

I drop into my heart, and feel poor in spirit, I drop down real deep  and heavy 
that my eyes have to dance closer to their lids its so dramatic....its the drop 
into   prayer, always prayer follows...for I know I can not be here alone, its  
love, which shines so brightly in every person I feel vibrating all around 
me...I must stand in that light,I   must bake in its glory, I am that light, for 
I am blessed and poor in spirit, empty of what I know, I pray to be filled with 
the kingdom of heaven.