By Don Iannone
I can't help but dream
on this long winter's night
when the fire blazes bright
and time stands perfectly still.
I can't help but drift
like the fresh fallen snow
that blankets the earth
and hushs me fast to sleep.
Somehow the purity and depth
of this early December snowfall
reminds me how simple life can be
when we just allow it to happen.
On this early winter's eve
the silence plumbs the depths
and awakens me while I sleep
stranding me amidst a single moonbeam.
16 comments:
beautiful....
:-]
Wonderful - and again, a great photo! I could hear your voice when I read it. :)
How I wish for LONG winter nights! I love winters...
Thanks Kai, Andrew, and Gautami.
I am a little ahead of myself for the holiday and winter seasons, but I feel them inside and so there is poetry about them now.
AWESOMe Blog you got here, Don!
esp, the snow poems , I love to stand out in the snow on a moonlite nite, and listen to the quite.
thanks for the visit, and the comment!
Blessings
'the silence plumbs the depths
and awakens me while I sleep
stranding me amidst a single moonbeam.'
Beautiful!:)
Thank you jel and borut. Yes, the snow, the winter, and all it creates inside us is tryly wonderful. And blessings to you both.
Beautiful!! I love that last line. Not a bad place to be stranded.
Beautiful Don!
"On this early winter's eve
the silence plumbs the depths
and awakens me while I sleep
stranding me amidst a single moonbeam..."
ahhh....
Beautiful Don!
Margie
Peaceful
Thanks for ur words
Nasra
beautiful, don!
"I can't help but drift
like the fresh fallen snow
that blankets the earth
and hushs me fast to sleep."
That is really quite tranquil and calm. Gorgeous photo too!
how simple life could be...so true!
lucid and beautiful Don....I also liked the black n white images....
Thanks to all of you leaving comments. They are very much appreciated. Wishing you all deep peace...
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