Close your eyes.
Heed the void’s enveloping silence
The tranquil void. Free of violence.
Let the meditation commence.
Frosted motes pelting, sticking.
Freezing needles pricking.
Fleeting vapors escaping.
Whispers and inaudible chimes
On stretched branches covered by rime.
The skift and pale carpet muting. Sublime.
The cracking icy carapace of trees
Swaying with the biting breeze.
Shiver in the subzero degrees.
A dimension of calm.
Dispelling all qualms
And stresses. A balm.
Ninguid ground crunching under your feet.
Better than the slippery sleet.
Another year shall this calm repeat.
Open your eyes.
Exit the powder-coated forest
Approach the shimmering lake singing an distant chorus
Illuminated by the peeking dawn. Flawless.
The aftermath of an errant blizzard
The freedom of frolicking delivered.
Plans reconsidered.
Halted operations and
numbered conditions
by delayed precipitation.
O, sweet snow.
Crystals,
Delicate
Fractals
Imperceptible.
Descending,
drifting
from
A sheet of empyrean blanket.
All falls in winter’s unstoppable wake,
A stasis of molecules that takes
Freezing all who adventures make.
But the Demeter’s sorrow also provides.
A nirvanic dream, she sighs
When Persephone returns to her side.
Spring comes soon to melt the cold beauty of Winter,
To wrest control and return life from the fleeting snow.
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