Sunday, December 12, 2010


There is a silence in the snow.
As if the world holds its breath.
Lighting gently from the sky on my face,
pieces of frozen beauty.
Time stands still.
A sigh,
a melancholy,
soft Joy…
Silence falls,
stillness comes;
brushing my face with carefree fingers.
Wind-blown touch,
the embrace of the Maker.
There is a stillness in falling snow,
silent gaspings of frozen Grace.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. Perfect. And, for someone with as much disdain for the snow as I, that's saying something. Thank you for allowing me to see it through your eyes.