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.
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Category: snow
The Wind Coming Down from the Mountains
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.
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Calling Me to the Silence
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.
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Prayers from the Earth
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.
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The Quiet of Our Spirits
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.
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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.
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Evergreens
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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