Snowfall
Snowfall
The snow sifted like sugar onto the branches of the tall trees.
It poured onto the sides of the mountains. No-one would know it is spring.
The quiet snowfall brought with it the loneliness amidst the beauty.
A long winter it has been, a long life with so many hurdles.
The fog leaves one feeling misunderstood, yet such clarity when lifted.
If only things could have been different, but then I would not be who I am.
Someone who marches ahead through drifts of snow, always moving forward.
Someone ready to climb that next hill ahead of me, wanting to reach the top.
With momentum of a storm, I keep on going, with survival for the next one.
Strength comes from within, stirring from beliefs I hold and visions I have.
As long as I keep my eyes open to what lies ahead, always in a new day.
Whether it be winter, spring, summer or fall I will change with the seasons.
And in these certain moments before me, I will be still even as the snow falls.
Heidi Sands
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016
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