The master painter had painted the land crystal white
As the night painted a black sky
When the timid gray dawn crept in
I was in awe and asked what to do
The elder said to “Just be, simply listen.”
But you cannot hear the snowfall
You cannot hear the white shadows
You cannot hear the roots of the trees as they hang on
“They are all talking to you
But you have to shut the door behind you
You have to hold your breath
You have to close your eyes
You have to empty your mind
Come sit on the bench with me
Do you hear?”
And, yes, I heard the geese
as they lofted the snow from their backs
even though they were a mile away
as they traded war stories
A great representation of winter, which we have in full measure right now!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images of winter, a new twist on a familiar scene. Love it!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
ReplyDeleteYour benches are perfect for sitting outdoors when it snows. I recommend using a dry cushion.
So pretty and peaceful. Still I'm glad it's not outside my window.
ReplyDeleteNew snow creates contemplative conversation with oneself.
ReplyDeleteWe had a real snowfall here once, and yes, you can hear the flakes as they land. It's a beautiful sound.
ReplyDeleteI'm in awe of your poetry. Everything was quiet and clean when snow fell here. After 2 or 3 days I was ready for it to be gone, lovely or not. :-)
ReplyDeleteYeah, I have trouble with sitting and listening, but I like your pics. And the poetry too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful:-)
ReplyDeleteFantastic sights, beautiful quietness.
ReplyDeleteYes, I hear! Love these photos, especially the two that look like etchings along with your poem.
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