Snow Song

it's nice
sometimes..
just to hear
the wind,

the gently
falling
rain.......
even so

the flakes
of snow
snuggling
into the drift
outside
the door....

the sound
of snowflakes....
imagine we
being
very still
listening out
for its voice....

that corridor
where hearing
the gentle heaving
of breathing;
the wisps of breeze
through smooth hair -

a quietness
releasing
new sounds
songs rising
eventually
an awareness....
fresh, reviving.

[this is the place
where hearts speak,
our souls meet.]

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I haven't been writing much of late. But here is a spontaneous write during a conversation with a friend as we spoke about the plus side of snow. It's kind of a collaborative work as our words and thoughts interspersed. Hope you enjoy the words.... thanks Joel

by Frederick Kesner

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