What about fresh fallen snow
Takes you places of long time ago
Unknown reasons quiets all things
Inside snowfall silence that sings
Stillness returns from an era when
The world less manic simpler then
A white gray swirl and a dull sky
Along with quiet filling the eye
New snow invites opposites that
We’re drawn seduced bi-polar tack
The freezing crisp air beckons us out
While drawn in by a fire that’s stout
The chill of the freeze bracing delight
Like the warmth of flannel at night
Hard labor shoveling heavy wet snow
Calling forth slumber beside embers’ glow
As winter greets with chilled arctic bursts
It pulls forth the image of tropical thirst
Snowfall is nature’s treasure
Silent snow heartfelt pleasure
What was the impact the last time you experienced purity and stark of fresh snow and cold?
What does the memory bring up for you?
- Stewart Levine ©
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