13 January 2024

Ephemeral

Brewster's Woods Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts 

Each winter, I wait for snow with all my heart.
 And when it arrives, the first thing on my mind is woods.
 
 Steps stay behind along the lost paths,

 arching branches come close to the touch,
  amidst the shimmer of falling snow dust.
 
 Sculpted whiteness,
 
 dazzling in the shining moment of the present... 

Brewster's Woods: ... snow arrives, and the first thing on my mind is woods...

Brewster's Woods: ... steps stay behind...

Brewster's Woods: ... amidst the shimmer of falling snow dust...

Brewster's Woods: ... branches come close to the touch...

Brewster's Woods: ... arching...

Brewster's Woods: ... glittering downpours...

Brewster's Woods: ... of blissful sparkles...

Brewster's Woods: ... and glorious curves of survival...

Brewster's Woods: ... under heavy coats...

Brewster's Woods: ... of whiteness...

Brewster's Woods: ... sculpting...

Brewster's Woods: ... the passage...

Brewster's Woods: ... and the traces...

Brewster's Woods: ... through the woods...

Brewster's Woods: ... where nobody remains the same...

Brewster's Woods: ... dazzling...

Brewster's Woods: ... in the shining moment...

Brewster's Woods: ... of the present...