Snow in Heaven
The dismal thickness gives way to a furious white swarm The snow against the sunrise is a fierce contradiction, but hardly a plague. This is the release. I think I understand the glee with which people embrace these days. The alternative is grey, it is a soup of cold, hard waiting.
A cup of pristine snow, from the cleanest range air, mixed with warmed milk and cinnamon; This is the only slush worth a damn. There is snow in Heaven.
Hi Rob! Thanks for the comment and the link. Your posts are beautiful. Reminds me of this poem…
Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
Howard Nemerov
Wow, that is so nice. If there is something that belongs on this blog, that is it, for sure. Awesome. Thanks Kate.
Hey nice site. I like to check in on the readers of my own blog The Adventurist. I will definately be coming back. We have a common bond.
Nice Post. You are a sensitive and open minded person! Why can’t we all be like that??
Thanks for your comment on my Blog. I appreciate it. My “choice of vocation” challenges me daily. If I had it all to do over again ….. well, to be honest I’d do it differently. Our world has incredible challenges ahead in order to survive. Lets hope we all smarten up and get it together. Nice Blog. ….. Dave
Oh Yeah …… forgot ……. GO TIGERS!!!!!!!!!
yeah, go tigers.. but you can’t win a series if you don’t show up.