In the Winter Rain


Between the pines, where the rain is sometimes snow,

I find myself listening, as it falls

as the rain moves through the trees

a white flake here

and there

my spirit searching

quietly through the sky

and in the strange silence

of rain.

With my hood on, a prayer sent

having seen the beauty

deep within

the storm.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

28 thoughts on “In the Winter Rain

  1. Absolutely love this poem and photo Nicodemus:) Transported back to another time and day when I too stood in the pines with a flake of snow and winter’s silence on my mind. Your vivid words recreate the most unique experiences and fragrances in time. Thank you:)

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