Snow Day
Snow falling on trees
branches swirled like spider webs
in the sun,
a reflection of light and
perpetuation of shadows
guiding me on my walk today.
The snow like a white ribbon
scarcely used and devoid
of footprints--
the world is quiet,
no birdsong,
the wind a companion
that brings flakes to my eyes.
The early morning silence
falls into my ears
I feel deaf
and I cannot hear my feet walking.
Out in that swirling maelstrom
of white there lies a secret
that the cold whispers to me.
“Great things happen in the
absence of noise”
My soul lies still
relaxation of my busy desires.
I long only, for a moment,
to dream in my inner space.
H.Rose
