Listening

frostyashtrees

 

Soft and still, the silent snow

Speaks in icy syllables –

Rosy cheeks and tingling toes,

Hibernating miracles,

Children carving angel’s wings,

Jingling sleigh-bells, frozen breath;

Holidays and lights on strings,

Life in temporary death.

 

 

The Art of Communication

paintbrush

 

Nature’s brush, with frosty bristles

Daubs a crust to coat the thistles,

Elevates from plain to glory,

Tells a tale, redemption’s story.