Snowy Forest Peace
I long for the snowy forest,
where the lone owl speaks between snowflakes,
and where the wind takes my hand,
leading me off into oblivion,
and where the quiet is so loud,
I can't hear myself think,
and where the cold biting air
snaps reality like frozen tree limbs,
and where I find peace waiting
in silence under the giant hemlock,
and where God appears as sunlight
through snow-covered branches,
and where I stand awe struck
with tears streaming down my cheeks
for no reason other than my feeling alive.
Copyright © Don Iannone | Year Posted 2017
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