Finally, It Snowed
There is a certain light
that comes with snow,
an illumination.
Not sharply outlining individual design,
minute detail, but
a larger realization of shapes and planes,
long winding paths,
rectangles of roofs.
In snow there is a luxury of the roar now muted,
that bows and dampens
as chinks and chasms fill.
There is required stillness,
at least for a while,
to realize the vast beyond,
the vanishing point…
…even if it’s just illusion,
snow piles,
gently bestowing time to rest.
In snow, fires lay down,
at least for a while,
to pause voracious appetites.
In balance of the opposite,
there is room for another lens, point of view.
If only for a moment…
…in snow,
we realize the other side of grand intention,
and know, in balance,
we evolve.
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Author’s Note:
From Journal Issue #11 at Wormwood Press Media.