Late last winter
I felt regret
I never twirled under the winter sky
dancing in the snow
this winter will be different
Memories come to me
in real time experience
so many things I love about
winter:
driving into the snow, high beams on and all I can see is the dance
of snow twirling in front of me
a wild chaotic dance
so extreme
that I have to turn my high beams off to see the road ahead
our 3 miles of dirt road is no longer full of ruts and dust
it is packed snow, white, smooth and dust free
tai chi in the snow under the full moon
walking at night
snow falling
a unique quiet fills the air
my heart
my belly
every snow fall
is unique
from any other
only some snow falls
and not many
make lacy snow
flakes
fires to warm by
hot drinks to cup in ones hands
gatherings with candles
snow shoeing
xc skiing
watching folks skate
twirling
arms outstretched
looking skyward
as snow falls
on my face
driving fast and watching snow fly off the hood
and roof of my car
ice crystals
ice crystals
ice crystals
in all their various forms
tracking animals
who are they
where did they go
what were they doing
will I see them
sun on snow
blue sky
invigorating air
layers of cloths
gloves
hats and
BOOTS
yes
boots
people looking out for one another
shoveling paths
heart beating
heat rising
a natural workout
a breeze stirs
snow flies
through the sky
a wonderful sight
I won't be late this year
for all the things I love to do in winter
for I am already cherishing these treasures
and winter has just begun
I felt regret
I never twirled under the winter sky
dancing in the snow
this winter will be different
Memories come to me
in real time experience
so many things I love about
winter:
driving into the snow, high beams on and all I can see is the dance
of snow twirling in front of me
a wild chaotic dance
so extreme
that I have to turn my high beams off to see the road ahead
our 3 miles of dirt road is no longer full of ruts and dust
it is packed snow, white, smooth and dust free
tai chi in the snow under the full moon
walking at night
snow falling
a unique quiet fills the air
my heart
my belly
every snow fall
is unique
from any other
only some snow falls
and not many
make lacy snow
flakes
fires to warm by
hot drinks to cup in ones hands
gatherings with candles
snow shoeing
xc skiing
watching folks skate
twirling
arms outstretched
looking skyward
as snow falls
on my face
driving fast and watching snow fly off the hood
and roof of my car
ice crystals
ice crystals
ice crystals
in all their various forms
tracking animals
who are they
where did they go
what were they doing
will I see them
sun on snow
blue sky
invigorating air
layers of cloths
gloves
hats and
BOOTS
yes
boots
people looking out for one another
shoveling paths
heart beating
heat rising
a natural workout
a breeze stirs
snow flies
through the sky
a wonderful sight
I won't be late this year
for all the things I love to do in winter
for I am already cherishing these treasures
and winter has just begun
Sunday scribblings: late
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This I will read and enjoy many times over thankyou.Tomorrow the sun turns as we say.Having 4 hours of sun we will notice each day the difference and how the sun lasts longer and longer.I feel it a gift to be able to enjoy this.Harder it is though to find pleasure in the sun leave and shine up on the mountain tops.I will get there ,your last piece gave reflections that way.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me wish for a winter just like yours. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteYou make winter a new experience, and that is hard to do for a lifelong Canadian who has spent her entire life in a frozen wasteland.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures as usual
Just thinking about you, Tam! We went out for a night walk in the sparkling snow last night -- it was glorious. Freezing cold, but glorious :) Miracles and warm Reiki to you! k-
ReplyDeleteThis poem weaves crystal magic!
ReplyDeleteI particularly love the top image: aching for snow. Your poem is a nice long walk/drive/hike in the snow.
ReplyDeletePeace, amiga.
Brilliant. You almost made me like winter.
ReplyDeletethat was great!
ReplyDeleteLovely words and imagery!
ReplyDeleteoh how beautiful your words
ReplyDeletefrom a place deep in the heart
of all of us
thank you
Oh how I am longing for snow...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteLet it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow!!
i have never seen it snow so i love snow poems lot much !! but these lines just made me dream a little more :
ReplyDeletewalking at night
snow falling
a unique quiet fills the air
my heart
my belly
every snow fall
is unique
from any other
only some snow falls
and not many
make lacy snow
flakes
so nicely penned :)
Hi- I'm new to here from S. Scribblings but can tell I'll be back.
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes me wish it was snowing dry packed snow so I could bundle up right now and dance under the moon. Lovely photos, too.
Happy holidays to you and yours, Tammie Lee! May health, love and abundance fill you every day of your life. :)
ReplyDelete"Never twirled under the winter sky", "snow twirling in front of me a wild chaotic dance", the repetition of ice crystals maks me want to go outside and twirl. A lovely poem for this day.
ReplyDeletewow, do you take all these photos? they are gorgeous! i will definitely be back..
ReplyDeleteWonderful Poem. You felt and experienced so much. Isn't it true how when we have our HIGH BEAMS on that we can't help but see the beauty in the White Snow. We become hypnotised by it. We panic and have to revert to low beams in fear that we may crash in the physical.
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