Just outside my backdoor
is an all-encompassing quiet
that wraps it's arms around me.
Softly, gently,
reminding me of the gifts of each moment--
the unexpected scent of balsam when no pines are in sight,
slumbering trees wearing a coat of white,
a sparkling snowflake all star-shaped and happy.
Winter's abyss can be lonely,
I'm grateful for the reminder,
of such peaceful bliss that waits for me
each day if I just pay attention.
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