Deep snow I’d fall through were it not for long skis spreading the load.
Once in a while the plop of a snowball falling from a limb.
The swish of my skis.
Otherwise silent.
I’m not sad alone; my friends the trees are with me.
My father and mother, Mary and Bandi, are with me. And you back home are with me too.
Beautifully silent...Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, Stevie.
DeleteHow peaceful and calming is a thoughtful silence. Thank you for carrying us along.
ReplyDeleteMuhsin
Glad to have you, Muhsin. We all have adventures; mine are just a bit different and perhaps easier to share.
DeleteSharon, your images profoundly embody your words in all your posts. In this post, surely you capture silence so peacefully with shadows,light and sparkles in the snow .. as if there were no person with camera to capture, we tip toed in somehow to the heights of such natural serenity so we too could be serene amidst the strength and magnitude of these ever-faithful trees. Thank you
ReplyDeleteThanks Junnie. I was struck by how still these snowy woods and how still the passing of Father and Mother, Mary and Bandi. "Shadows, light and sparkles in the snow" reflect their lives. "Tiptoe to the height of natural serenity" - yes. These ever-faithful trees.
DeleteTrees of Sharon's Summer
ReplyDeleteThey stand tall
Angels, In white
snow robes
watching over
visitors
to Snow
Heaven
~ Kathleen Jacobson