Wake to the dream
Fall into forever
Footsteps melt
Into the morning hush
Of a new fallen snow
Places return|
Rounds we recall
In moments
Moving the spirit
When sunrises
Set in the dawn
Morning Snow
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Thoughts and feelings made into words about the world and times in which we live …
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There is such a gentleness to this…as breath into a sigh, silence to a kiss. It is beautiful.
In silence we greet the day, making it a meditation …
A graceful hush created with your words ❤
I lost the poem I originally wrote this feeling into, this was a fine place to recover it …
Snow reminds me of being a kid again and wanting to play rather than shoveling the walkway and digging out the car for some adult duty my left brain wants to focus upon.
I always found the quiet of a new snow fall to be amazing, and it never seems to last…
This is beautiful, Peter.