It’s  quiet after the storm—-

A Nor-Easter born

Of warm and cold

Furious and bold.

The winds rise high,

Lumbering limbs

Creak and moan

The marsh and forest sigh.

Then —-gone,

Turned on

And off

With winter’s song.

Heavy snow

From clouds in tumble is


Soft and slow.

On the frozen earth

The dearth of

Summer’s dying

Doesn’t touch us

It’s  silent  now

And how,

We embrace the way

With love’s warmth

I wait for you

And you for me,

A flury of colors

On a sea of white.

Dormant trees

icy bright—

A ghost force–

Vibrate in the night.

The sliver moon

At home in the cosmic room

Of heaven

Shines on us

Its starry dream

Real and true

Drawn on the slate blue

Darkness of an endless whisper.

I hear you calling

Always and forever

Living or dying

Finding home.

The blind hear,

The deaf see,

We make music,

Make life,

Drink wine,

Bake bread,

Sing and dine

With spirits and angels

We are many,

One in each other

Redeemed at the instant snow falls

In the vortex of a moment.

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