In the midst of the forest, a winter mystery.
Quietly I tread, trail growing in drifts
this midnight walk to escape my emptiness.
One soft breeze, but for a moment,
takes my eyes to the scene.
Wide-winged depression on new fallen snow
sole sign of disturbance this quiet night.
Footprints absent, no tracks, not a soul,
trees stand tall, hushed in veil of white.
An aura of glimmer appears in that shape
lifts slowly, approaches, then hovers
with me in its midst,
that moment of calm, a moment of peace.
Crystals of light narrow to rise
higher and higher, and then they are gone.
Snow mounded where once they lie
and I left in wonder, my eyes to the sky.
snow angel photo by Debbie Shiel
lillian the home poet 
Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely. To see a snow angel come to life! Beautiful!
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Yes! So glad you like it….a winter fantasy.
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Reblogged this on Concierge Librarian.
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Glad you like it. Thanks for the reblog – and so nice to meet you!
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So nice to meet you too Lillian
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Lillian,
How beautifully you’ve captured the moment – like being underwater – virgin snow undisturbed and its unique ability to absorb sadness weighing on one’s heart – the moment it creates winter magic in snow angels and other light spirits
am:)
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What a beautiful reply to read this morning! Enjoying my first cup here in the early morn with tree and candle light.
As a child, I always dreamed my snow angel would come alive…magical creatures they can be.
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Magic indeed, my friend:)
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