Somehow in the snow, there’s a flow within us, as if the silence covers over the noise of this world,
releasing our inner person to finally feel our mystical bond with the created Earth, with the spirit we’ve all been given.
In the quietness, actually snow does make a sound, if you listen very carefully,
but the sense of quiet holds a unique peace like nothing else, that touches us deeply. Oneness.
Perhaps that is the most amazing thing about snow……
we truly sense the wholeness of who we are, and how…..we fit into this world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Note: We’ve had very little snow but it has been grey for weeks, and cold.