Lightly the white fluffy flakes were falling
Outside my patio doors,
I opened and stepped out
Stood there for a while.
The soft snowflakes melted on my face;
Cold but exhilarating.
Silence, mystic silence prevailed,
yet it spoke.
Spoke in quiet tones, of peace.
Nature has so many sounds,
I love them all;
The patter of light rain, the storms,
the breeze through the trees;
Whispers and roars show life on Earth
its indomitable resonance and tenacity.
Now I feel and hear the silence
of pure white snow whirling from the sky,
I cherish the hush,
I cherish the wisdom of old.
© miriam ivarson