Not long till spring time, yet I wake up this morning to a pretty blanket of white snow (see photo below, taken this morning, of the trees in my garden). As winter takes its last breath and holds on, I decide to write some poetry. I feel a light inner calmness in me as I look outside, the perfect mode for the heart and soul to sing. A miracle is in the air, I can feel it and it’s making its way to you today. Much love to you Clarabelle.
A Miracle is in the Air
It’s the middle of March, it silently falls,
Snowy roof tops, icy halls.
Angels whisper, a miracle is in the air,
Lovingly white snowflakes, caress my hair.
It’s nearly spring, yet winter holds on,
White candy floss, now covers my lawn.
It looks very pretty, fresh and clear,
Winter’s last calling, at this time of year.
I stare at its beauty, it brings calmness in me,
The brightest white, on my conifer tree
A picture perfect, is in front of my eyes
Mixed seasons, can be wonderous, a magical surprise.