First Snow: Not Quite Winter

Snow is silence,
Sacred and light,
Soft and lovely
Until it is too much.

Before that, though,
It is the peace
That comes in the solitude
Of a solitary heart.

If it is not too cold,
It can lead you,
Content in the mystery
Of a clean world

Whose truths and sorrows
Are not erased
But put away.
Snow says,

Come away,
Start here.


  1. You are a lovely poet and my new favourite!

  2. It's like a clean slate of innocence.

  3. Love this. Says perfectly how a lovely soft snow on a winter's night can calm the soul. :)

    Peabea from Pictorial Tuesday ~ Peabea Scribbles


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