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
We saw winter come dressed in gauze,
Sheer transparent white
Dancing and swirling;
Dressing fields, roofs, cars and plants
in wondrous coats,
Dress designers drop their tools.
Sun rises higher in the sky
warming, smiling, revealing.
Cars don’t look so pretty now.
Only nature shines in many hues.
A plant pot catches my eyes
as it displays,
Little fir tree in spring green
lit from within
Surrounded by flowers so glowing
in sheer gold, burnished gold,
deep purple heather for show.
The sky exhilaratingly blue
after many grey and sad looking days.
My heart sings with the birds
as I finish Sunday breakfast
conversing with you.