A gift
Snow between the trees,
a veil of ice cascades
over limestone cliffs.
Still I journey forward
carrying the gift within.
a veil of ice cascades
over limestone cliffs.
Still I journey forward
carrying the gift within.
Labels: beauty, contemplation, nature, poetry, prayer, quiet, wildness, winter
posted by Plain Foolish | 12:33 PM
3 Comments:
This is rich and beautiful with meaning. Welcome home and happy holidays.
Thank you. I wasn't sure I was going to be entirely happy about travelling on Christmas itself, but it felt as though the landscape itself became a gift to unwrap.
That is it exactly; the passing landscape can become a field of thoughts for the imagination.
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