One Single Impression: Abundance

Abundance:
The silence before snowfall
That puts a foot between the door
Of Midwinter and April

The silence

The stillness

The solitude

The invitation to stillness and solitude

That does not say

Though it means

Be still and quiet.
Say nothing.

You can feel it.
Open your mouth and you'll taste it
Though your open hands
Will not grasp it.

Here is an abundance

Stillness and quiet
Beckoning the snow.

One Single Impression

Comments

  1. fun thoughts, never thought of midwinter time but it is...

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  2. Precious thoughts. There is abundance in stillness and silence - it reflects the infinite All.

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  3. Beautiful wisdom as always, Sandy! Always gives me a great thought to focus on for the week! Enjoy the rest of your weekend!!

    Sylvia

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  4. Anonymous12:46 AM

    Silent...
    Beautifully penned..
    Love the solitude that emanates from the words itself..
    Keep blogging...

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  5. Sandy, you well depict a special fascinating soft atmosphere, permeated by silence and solitude, before snowfall.

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  6. I pray well when I go slowly, softly, silently.

    Listening more than thinking.

    I did the same on my third reading of Abundance.

    The slower the better.

    Zen is not a four letter word.

    Then I saw the first snow flakes.

    -Greg

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  7. beautifully inspiring

    happy new year!!!!

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  8. You described that feeling perfectly...beautiful!

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  9. Your poetry describes a portion of a year in a beuatiful way...
    xoxo

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  10. Anonymous2:26 PM

    wonderful words!

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  11. I love this abundant time of year. I treasure the abundance of time. The abundance of cold and snow that I can revel in. The biggest chore being keeping the house neat and tidy. No outside chores. Just time to think and create. Smelling the cold air as the snow begins to fly through the globe. I feel like someone has picked me up and shaken me so all my senses have become more acute.

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  12. Anonymous6:58 PM

    The stillness and the space before... anything. What a profound description of abundance!

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  13. Beautiful, winter poem. I can feel and taste the snow. I love the break and flow in this poem as well.

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  14. I found snow in my hands.. I am yet to actually experience it Sandy.. very beautiful..

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  15. Anonymous6:14 PM

    Far too lound and alluring not to read even in the middle of the night. Thank you for this 'white noise'.

    Please have a good Tuesday.

    daily athens

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  16. The perfect reason to love winter- thank you!!!

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