snow – Ancient Skies

In the Solitude of a Snowy Day

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In the solitude of a snowy day the flow runs so much better,

doesn’t it? An internal flame lit

leading our writing

from the heart,

from the peace

of our spirits.

The Wind Coming Down from the Mountains

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As the winter storm roared through the trees, thunder rumbled rolling

through the valley, having been sent down the side of the mountain,

and I realized our spirits are so fragile, we often sense

the loneliness of the wind, with snowflakes swirling,

and yet inside our cocoons, we acknowledge the safety

and that God was never angry, even though

He probably does live in the wind

coming down

from the mountains.

Calling Me to the Silence

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I was seventeen when I first started wandering,

walking in the woods my spirit

calling me to the silence

a journey discovering

the peace within,

and yes

it was snowing then.

Beginnings.

Prayers from the Earth

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In the soft blue of a winter morning, the wind shifts

and snowflakes fall quietly, from tree branches.

Honoring the peace, I breathe in prayers

from the earth, a most ancient ritual

of healing the spirit.

The Quiet of Our Spirits

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Nature will usually run its course regardless

of whether our wounds are healed,

but sometimes snow can speak

to who we are,

and who we would like to be.

It all starts with the quiet

of our spirits.

When Snowflakes Start Us Dreaming

When snowflakes start us dreaming,

with a softness descending

there is usually peace enfolding

before the end

of the storm.

Evergreens

Blue Pine with Snow

Evergreens, standing tall in the blue twilight

of the winter sky,

centurians of fir, spruce and pine trees

lingering in a scent of Christmas

guarding, watching over

the silence

of the snow covered forest.

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