As the snow is falling,
sometimes gently, slowly,
sometimes in blinding gusts that take
the breath away,
cleansing what was, just
a few days ago,
muddy, brown, and
dull,
creating a new world
full of opening, optimistic adventure,
giddy playfulness,
mystery,
beauty,
blanketing the earth in softness,
silence,
giving of itself to
seep into the deepest
roots,
giving life that is waiting,
nearly aching,
to burst into song
and dances of color,
a new season,
so the Spirit falls upon my soul.
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