Snow Blessing

 Snow Blessing.

Early morning air 

is cold, clear, pure,

sharpening as

the sky bows down 

in its grey cloaked 

and wintery embrace.

I stop.

Aware, as, all around me

is Mother Earth's sudden

hushed anticipation,

palpable as the excitement

of a little girl on her first communion day,

or a bride before her wedding,

both awaiting their new clothing

signifying Love's coming gift.

Now, birds sudden cease 

their song and seek 

shelter in the ever green

as first flakes fall.

Bestowing blessing of beauty,

they come, smoothing and 

sharpening both 

land and sky with their crystalline grace.

I gaze upward, blinking as

snowflake resolves from sky

and manifests as manna does.

Settling on sandled toes,

and uplifted face,

while they announce their 

presence with tingle touch

before disappearing;

letting go of form

as freely as Angels do,

once divine dream is delivered.

Leaving behind only 

thrilled stillness and 

soul senses sharpened 

by Heaven's sudden gift.

An older one for the day that’s in it!