The Whisper of Winter

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!

Winter Unrelenting

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

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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The Christmas Hawk

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

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

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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In the Softness

It snowed again last night, and in the softness,

in the silence covering the Earth

I found a peaceful place

that special space, of the heart

in which poetry dwells,

living, even shaping us

as we become

part of the cold blue light.

      

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