Finding Peace in Winter’s Embrace
The snow is a silent falling this morning .
white dress of winter’s prominence .
The temperatures are equally a quiet
presence as the single digits fall .
The birds are hushed with gray sky’s
hanging a winter blanket in the fields,
touching, no lines, no horizons
just gray on white and back again.
I bathe in the silence of aloneness.
Tucked in my home and
I am warmed by the fire,
knowing in the winter’s storm
I am blessed.
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Enchantment
Cold wind whips ice-cream star dust
around the hanging frosty pale moon,
stretching the curtain on winter’s night
lingering just long enough…
Shinning white wishes on a
promise day of ice-covered earth
left dormant from tomorrow’s spring
in secrets of russet latent hope…
As a frigid coil whips frothy star dust
while a wanting bird chirps for warmth,
slightly flying into a frozen morning
he pauses to listen for company…
Bathing in the shinning silver wishes
hanging with the cold pallid moon,
he chirps again and lingers to listen
in secrets of still iced air of wanting hope…
Quiet resounding love threads the weave
of dawn with the promises of
morning, night and enchantment
twist blindly among the beginnings…
Copyright: 2011
Winter’s White
Preserved
limbs
frosted…
Linger
settled
crystals…
Quiet
sounds
lights…
Winter’s
hoarfrost
paints…
Portrait
frozen
white…
copyrighted: CMM 2002
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