New Snow
A new layer of snow, of quiet.
Of cold.
It is the stillness you love most.
The lack. The emptiness.
Not a mirror. A vastness
able to hold all of you
as you leak out, just enough
to stay sane.
About this poem
It snowed, just a little, last night. When I moved here to Vermont from Virginia, I was unsure how I would handle the winters here.
Turns out, I love them.
Tom
Tom,
We just got a sprinkle in New Jersey but I do love the snow and your poems, photos, art and thoughts. May God bless you and your family and keep you safe! Jim
Me too. I love the light of Winter. I love snow scapes. I even like the cold or maybe the absence of heat. I lve the stillness. It’s spiritual.