Celebrating every little gift, every single day.

Sunday, 2 March 2014

White on White

Snow falls but rarely here,
and when it does,
stop each other on the street
to lament its inconvenience.

But I am grateful 

for the beauty
of white on white,

for still church yards,
by passers-by,

for country views
as quiet
as a whisper,

for wild rose hips
wearing winter caps,

for strong arbutus trees
raising rust-hued branches
toward the snow-greyed skies,

 and for yellow-ochre willow twigs
shouting defiantly
that Spring is on the way.

So brief,
these still, white moments,
so transient,
so sweet.
I am grateful

for each and every one.