Glistening Memory (Lac Macaza Snow)
Friday, June 14, 2002
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She was awakened by the silence
of nature's quiet embrace,
looking out her window,
she felt the frost upon her face.
Icy hexagons were stacked
high upon the sill,
and looking out across the lake,
all was soft and still.
She donned her robe and went outside
then turned herself around,
to view the splendor of the snow,
diamonds drifing down.
Silently she listened to
the cottony snowflakes fall,
she took a breath and breathed a sigh
for the peacefulness of it all.
A floating dream of snowflakes,
iridescent on this day,
the spell of nature cloaked her
with the brilliance of its rays.
She closed her eyes to etch the moment
deep within her being,
calling upon the memory
when her soul called out for meaning.
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