The Earth awakens, embracing the freshly fallen snow,
a sense of quiet
holding our poems
and prayers.
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In the calm silence of Christmas morning,
I awaken
reflecting on all the beautiful gifts
already given,
and as I look out my window,
snowflakes begin to tumble,
so I whisper,
“God…..
you know how I love the snow…..”
Merry Christmas everyone!
From our house to yours, regardless of your faith may you be infused with peace, love and joy,
and carry a great sense of hope in your heart.
Amen.
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This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,
I can barely see the mountains now
with snow clouds covering.
A light snow begins falling,
with the Earth waiting,
anticipating
the beauty of silence,
the whisper of winter.
And I smile as I walk,
having gone to the bookstore
just yesterday.
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Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!
A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,
and reflections of snow maidens floating
freezing the air,
the river goes solid, surrendering.
And we behold the glory
of winter
unrelenting.
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Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding
on our roof,
dancing off the pavement
as the wind stirs
the pine trees.
I pull back from the window
and I realize
it’s time for my favorite book,
and a cup
of Irish breakfast tea.
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She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,
and then as she turned, and banked and even spun around twirling straight into a snow squall,
high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day! A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared……openly.
it was all about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans. She continued to twirl, banking and turning,
praising God with her wings as the snow came down heavily with the wind that never ends……
and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees……she heard a choir singing…….
Merry Christmas everyone!
If you have a different faith I’m so glad you’re here. Peace and wonderful blessings to you as well!
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The beauty of winter lives not only in the gentleness
of a morning snowfall
but in our hearts, carrying peace
considering joy,
and the spirit
of giving.
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As the wind moves through the mountains
my boots crunch the light dusting of snow.
I am the intruder here
and yet at home in the wholeness of the moment
fully embracing the peace,
mindful of a few clouds,
yet still seeking the sun
to warm my face,
and renew
the spirit within me.
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