We glide among sleeping aspens
rime ice coating branches above our heads,
a snow cloud under our skis.
Within this gray-sky cathedral
all is quiet except the creaking limbs
as they dance to the wind’s song.
We trek deeper and deeper
into the misty woods
until we meet the Beloved silence and become it.
Our attention stays on the luminous trail,
as we tread along,
careful not to waken this somnolent scape.
One wayward thought
might usher in a whole gabble of thunder
that could spin us off course.
And so we skate along
in the eternal peace,
blissful hearts soaring to the heavens.
So wonderful to hear from you and receive your inspirational words of love and grace today.
The photo is stunning and so inviting.
Much love and gratitude.
Thank you all for your generous comments. It truly was a lovely day in the forest, as each moment can be in our own inner temple.
This beautiful prose brought me such bliss this morning. I’m left sitting in my chair full of inspiration and contentment. Thank you, dear heart, thank you so very much!
So incredibly beautiful, sentiment and illustration. Thank you for this lovely morning outflow
So compelling and viseceral!!! I am there with you cross country skiing❤️
As always, your poetry is absolute in its beauty and perfection.
Con amor mi amiga