When it Snows

Home 2014 241

When it snows I can hear the Creator whispering

through the pine trees

knowing that deeper heartbeat,

the spirit launches skyward,

a deeper longing to understand.

Yet there is a great love here on earth

wrapped in layers of coats

hats and gloves, with her heart beating

for me, I turn

to the love that answers

every question, beaming

that wonderful smile

of hope, forever faithful.

My heart is given now

to her, for always.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


14 thoughts on “When it Snows

  1. Refreshing memories of playing in the snow with my son when he was a bit younger:) We know the snow angels were throwing snow balls at us from hiding behind the snow dripping pine trees:) Best time ever!! Love your beautiful poem:):):)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s