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Friday, 22 November 2013

22 November



that morning the snow came down

falling so softly they hardly knew it was snow at all

footsteps led to the path in the wood

where the snow landed on yellow birch leaves




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16 comments:

  1. the very direst opening made me wonder what was so important about that day/that morning...i like the details...and would love some snow...smiles.

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  2. What a beautiful, serene poem. It's absolutely perfect, every word.

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  3. Lovely. I love the quiet of a snowfall, nothing like the pounding of a rainstorm. Thank you for linking up.

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  4. Oh this is lovely...gentle ethereal and soft!

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  5. This is really beautiful. It almost makes me miss my native Iowa. Almost. :)

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  6. still jealous....our snow will be here tomorrow...hopefully....looking forward to its peace

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  7. gorgeous, reminiscent of poetry by old zen masters... it induced a deep stillness in me, reading - thank you!

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  8. A very placid read. Images held in your words...

    Eileen

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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