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Monday, 16 December 2013

16 December

Only yesterday it had been too warm for snow but now it was twilight and the snow had been falling

since mid afternoon.

As he walked through the wood the snow fell softly on the silvery mittens his wife had knit for him

last Christmas and it fell on his boots which left footprints in the snowy path.

 It covered the dark branches he trudged past and it landed gently on the frozen

river he had crossed on the wooden bridge back by the road.

Chipmunks and squirrels skittered about here and there in the trees above him, birds sang to him as

he passed under them, and he answered them all with a song of his own which he sung quietly so as

not to break the stillness of the forest.

He had started this walk alone but as he stood in the middle of the high hay field the skies cleared

long enough for the moon to shine down and glisten on the snow covered field that was spinning in a

vast universe which he was, in fact, a part of.



5 comments:

  1. ah we all are a part of it...i like the bits of it you highlight...the song of the chipmunks and squirrels and the man adding his to it a bit as well...smiles.

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  2. You have it - exactly - our woods, but without the snow.

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  3. I love moonlit walks in the snow, singing softly with warm mittens. I felt like I was there......xo Karen

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  4. This was a lovely five sentence! I felt like I was walking along with him through the snow on a moonlit night.

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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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