"The silence of peaceful slumber blankets the garden."
Yesterday, as I entered the great room, I noticed a white setting peering at me through the dual fireplace and windows. Were my eyes deceiving me? In my haste to answer that question, I dropped my pillbox and many multi-colored little objects fell across the floor. A magical snow scene caught me by surprise, much like many winter pasts on Long Island, New York.
Upon a closer look, a snowglobe winter lay before me. Astonished that the weather changed in a day's time from 60ish-degree, springlike temperatures to a freezing chill, I moved to the door and was greeted by a rush of cold breeze sweeping across the patio. Several inches of snow stood tall in the space surrounding the door.
Off of the front door entrance lay a pristine, Hallmark moment. The beauty of nature dusted in white confetti was serene. Appreciation for nature's gift of snow wrapped in winter flowed. I listened in the stillness and breathed in a silent moment of peace.
"To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake,
it is necessary to stand outside in the cold."
my door to
winter's magic in
a domed, snowglobe world.
Glitter etched in untrodden snow,
blankets earth. Sparkles from leftover
stardust settle like white confetti while flocked
boughs remain still as life wakens from a deep sleep.
I breathe in stilled-serenity,
like doses of medicinal bliss
cleansing my being, and linger in
the quiet of gray-sky blessings
to appreciate winter's embrace.
"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand, and for talk beside the fireplace: it is a time for home." -Edith Sitwell, British poet
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