White Is Falling In The Dark Of Night

The darkness is thick with white.
I only know because I can see
a curtain of white falling slowly
and silently in the glow
of street light.
I could almost cut the silence
with a knife and time
seems to slow somehow
as I watch this wondrous sight.

I think of this view out of my window
and am in awe.
The bare arms or my redbud tree
are dark against the contrast
of all the white.
Our busy road now seeing
seldom a car pass.
The cast-iron radiator beside me
is radiating warmth
as the clear glass in front of me
radiates with cold.
It’s a nice contrast.

Everything is being coated
in dazzling crystals that sparkle
as you look this way and that
in the light of passing headlamps.

Why do I fill my time with things
that detract from this quiet
and beautiful view I often wonder.
Sitting with God.
Delighting in the complex and simple.
His Presence so near.
The pleasure of knowing He is close.

A lady bundled in warm coat
just walked by the house.
Makes me want to go out and walk too.
When the snow falls at night,
it’s a rare thing to do.

How I love these seasons.
Even the cold ones have a beauty
that takes your breath away.
Sometimes quite literally. 😊

Stop and ponder.
Ask to see the silver lining.
With God, all is of value
in His loving arms wrapped close.

Writing in the glow
of Christmas tree lights -
the tree I was supposed to put away
weeks ago.
Love the warmth of light-sparkles
that light the corner of the room
and the stairs, at night.

Why does precipitation in any form
cause my heart to stop and reflect,
observe and ponder,
write in the moment and craft words
for what I don’t usually?

Surely when we stop and allow our souls
the room to breath,
there we find depth of creativity.