“On a lone winter’s evening,
When the frost has wrought a silence.”
John Keats
A major snowstorm
Howling arctic winds
Now, the night is falling
And calm silence has set in
My wife, tucked in a blanket
My dogs, content by the fire
To visit the silent, frozen wood
I have a strong, compelling desire
I don warm boots and a heavy parka
And, I eagerly set out through the snow
The only sound, snow crunching underfoot
The forest so peaceful, the trees now all aglow
I stand here now, amidst a silent, frozen place
Not one sound, now reaching my straining ears
Not one single feathered songbird, now singing out
Not one sight of any living creature, not even a deer
Yet, I find great beauty and comfort, here in this place
In my mind’s eye, I can still picture these woods, in spring
No matter the season of the year, or the temperature out here
This forest, and these trees, an inner peace to me, always bring
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©A Winter’s Evening In The Wood, Mr. Ed
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Anna
There's nothing as great as that "strong, compelling desire" to visit "the silent, frozen wood"...it's a call, almost a vocation, for you're at one with what matters.
John
fee
Such times really are living, awake!
God bless,
Lew
Cheers,
Dan
"PICTURE POST-CARD PERFECT" ... MAGNIFIQUE! TK...
Much peace, love and light,
Amber