Quiet earth
Beneath white silence
Pureness
Untainted by this world
How it makes one
Go inward
Feel the gentle stirrings
Of memory
Gratitude
For the warmth of shelter
Empathy for those without
Like a seventh day
All is still
We can almost hear
The angels sigh.
nice...there is a hush in the snow that is like little else....it actually has a sound and perhaps that is the angles sighing....
ReplyDeleteThe stillness of the snow.. but still a gratitude of being inside.. I love that..
ReplyDeletesnowy atmosphere has a peacefulness that is like no other... Why I love to look out and see the snow fall
ReplyDeleteIt's during these time of cold that we turn our thoughts to others. Truly.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is like a whisper, that one relates with.
ReplyDeleteVery well done.
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Evocative, Lisa. Excellent work.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending, a beautiful gentle sigh by the angels ~
ReplyDeleteSo pretty - I can almost feel the touch of a snowflake.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea about snow making one go inward. It definitely does take us down 'memory lane,' doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteyes - that is something that surprises me every year again in a way - how snow silences the world and swallows all the sounds - so peaceful
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of hearing angels sigh, if we are still enough... I too love the silence of the snow (at least until it starts to melt and drip, drip, drip...).
ReplyDeleteSuch a peaceful poem....one can hear the hush...nice.
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