Snowfall

This beautiful whiteness
the stillness of this house
the moisture needed
the quiet falling
safe inside
enclosed
only thoughts reach out
surcease
surcease
trust in peace

The snow falls steadily
fine as spider webs
tensile strength
the fire within
banked
kept alive
waiting
watching
struggling to understand

We are not fixed
final
done with change
ensconced among our things
how time seems infinite
in our finite forms
but it moves
as we move
however reluctantly,
breathe dear one,
breathe

As the snow falls
as the sky fills
with whiteness
provides a mirrored world
as you reside
warm
wondering within
your imagined walls

Link with the snow
the molecules of you
and water iced
are not separate
nor even distinct
you are snow
the quietness
the constancy
the life of whiteness
and all that it includes.

~~ Pat Maslowski