Winter’s Poems

Winter’s songs are subtle, like chamber music
played by slow stings, the notes falling
in muted poems from soft skies. Snow
falls, then melts, then falls again
in a waltz that goes ‘round and ‘round.
But beneath this seeming monotony
dreams quicken, seeds stir, longings
push toward expression. Always,
even now, the dynamic Unseen
is singing its boundless Yes.

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