Winter's Storm

The snow is falling gently, so fine it’s barely seen

Yet piles upon the rails and walls with dull reflected sheen.

The even lines are broken here and there by Sparrows perch

Tree’s branches weighted down with snow form naves in wooded church.

Tracks, like ink upon a page, draw lines across the ground

Trailing off to disappear beyond a rock or mound.

With nature’s palette frozen, all that’s left, dull browns and grays

A gauzy veil of silence draped on monochrome displays.

The rocks along the creek seem like desserts with frosty icing

The stream a blurry mirror with reflections quite enticing.

The stillness begs the eyes permission, “Let the mind create.”

And thoughts and visions freely float to try soul’s thirst to sate.

It seems a guilty pleasure to take time to let mind roam

Enjoying all within my gaze from comfort of one’s home

And yet a sweet serenity, where clocks no longer tick

My mind has joined the frozen snow, like just another stick.

By James Geehring