Holding Fast
Watching the snow fall. A gentle blanket protecting those who sleep.
In deep silence, so essential, the light continues to recede.
All things growing increasingly dormant.
Home to the inner stillness to gather strength for the returning.
1 Comments:
Albs~
This is gorgeous. The painting and the poem. You have a gift for both, ya know. I am printing the poem to keep in my journal.
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