I live my life through the words I write
There are days
like today
I need the weather
to grant me permission
to slow down.
Fluffy clumps of frozen water
fall in a parade
beyond the window pane.
Hypnotizing.
Fighting my body
to move, to work,
to achieve productivity.
Fighting against will.
Sit, rest,
watch the snow fall.
This is needed, too.
Nestled between the needles,
white amongst the green,
tucked into crevasses to hide
from the warm, yellow sun
rising.
We, the snowflakes,
will soon die here.
Our lives are short, but sweet
in April.
Snow blowing across the road toward me
as I plow the truck down the highway,
parting drifts to the shoulder
and opposite lane,
blurring the lines of where I’m supposed to be.
Billowing in the wind,
soft, fluffy and rolling balls of cotton
like I’m driving through clouds in a summer sky,
I’m floating.
Stay at home with your family.
Light a candle, bundle a blanket.
Travel only if you must.
Slow down, relax, take a breath.
Turn down the volume to find quiet.
Remember,
the world may be hard
but it’s also soft, and gentle.
“Rest easy, world,
stay inside for just a while longer,
I will soften the Earth
and wrap it in a blanket.
Watch me fall and swirl and blur,
remember to look for beauty
even amongst destruction and uncertainty.”
The snow whispers words to me.
Amidst the brown grass
dirt-covered pavement
and branches stiff, stripped of leaves,
be the sparkling snowflake
in the not-yet-melted snowbank below.
Stand tall in your sparkle
case colorful, shimmering light around you,
make them take notice.
Bring your beauty regardless of circumstance
or comparison.
Be a one-of-a-kind sparkling snowflake.
Be you.
Opportunity made to reconnect
amongst the fresh, new air
remnants of past frozen water
melting from the heat
of our shoes and paws
and the courageous sun
building warmth once again.
Finally here and ready to see you
better late than never,
the air fills with chatter and laughter.
This is what I have been missing.
Skies and snow
must also feel this warmth and love,
sticking, layering, to the world outside
like I wish to do here,
in your home.
Stick and stay.
Fighting against the disappearing sun
to stay longer, keep the moment alive,
come departures
too soon.
Quiet out there,
matched by the quiet in here.
Cold and snow pushing life to slow down
so we do,
inside, staying close and warm
and quiet.
She is mourning,
her body changing from fire to snow,
wind to desert to floods.
Be gentle now.
Gentle and quiet.
Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.
Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.
My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.
Dawning Words 