Dreams in the day Whispers in the night Innocence covers the land A world new ill will is forgotten Aye now, I hear the branches speak They speak a whispered welcome And I stand here Staring upward to the falling snow thinking how blessed I am. That I live And I can stand in the cold of the falling snow
I see it as a gift to be able to share such things with the world as I do. And one that must be nurtured. It feels good to hear my work is appreciated. I thank thee, M'lady, for thy kind words, and may Brighid bless me with a clear mind once again
I confess I haven't read all your works posted here yet, but from what I've seen today I must say that you have captured a moment in time quite beautifully in "snowfall". The images you evoked were as refreshing as the first heavy snowfalls that blanket creations canvas.