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.compoeticpiersbr br ivor or ivor.