Winter hides within her wings
serenity
the beauty of a heart
quietly
searching,
listening,
for the voice of God.
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Category: winter
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 Shadows
In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent
in diffused light
the roughness of cold air,
with vague memories
of life lived in green
we pray for the life of the sun,
to be lifted again.
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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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Mystical Snowstorm
As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,
following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing
at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?
Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?
A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,
and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.
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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.
Winter Peace
Peace within the gentleness of snow,
fills us as intended
covering our scars,
guiding us
with a new light sparkling
from sunlight.
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Winter Break
Well it is that time of year, when we rest, regroup and rewrite our own particular story.
Are you where you want to be? Is your journey reflecting who you are? I often take this time to reassess.
I will be reading, exercising, and cooking some new foods…
and spending time with family. I will be posting sometimes, and visiting your sites in a few days.
Peace and wonderful blessings!
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