The Whisper of Winter

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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.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

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!

Mystical Snowstorm

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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.

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Winter Break

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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!

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies