Crushed Winter Velvet

        Winter felt. Crushed velvety linings hide in ridged
crevices. The gentle crunching of boots, fingers across
the layers.

        Soon metal scrapes and screeches of breaking
ice beckon for mercy. Granulated coarse salt finds a
home inside dry patches.

       Giggles fall upon cool mist. The darkening gray
skies match that of cornflower blues in a stormy joy.
Simple sways down a pathway of white lakes.

       Gathering tiny pellets of watered fluff. Ah the
thoughts that trickle inside the soul, dancing before
the memory.

         Soaring is the spirit in a silent thanksgiving of
splendid wonder, to one, to the greatest ~ Jehovah.
Skipping smiles find hopes upon a new flake descending.

         So calm is the view. So clear is the dream opening.
Dare you entertain, anticipate that one slip or fall of
unyielding joy? The spray of light foam across
coppery strands? Oh the uplifting of a strengthening
shiver.

        Indeed the simple pleasures in the freshest of
snow. The grace of wonder as the joy, the happiness
demands the walk. A step into a crisp beautiful
landscape.

        No scrapping of metals. No shouts of warnings.
No pressing engagements. Just the clearing of the
mind with a huge sigh of contentment.

        Does that not just send tiny tremors throughout
your soul, reaching deep within your spirit? Does it?
Just take that first brush of cold air and cling!

         Ah I smile as I stepped outside once more.
Feeling the navy evening sky become more and more
bitter. Still though a sharpness of stings kiss my
cheeks and I feel the warmth of love all around me.

       My eyes close for seconds as the night plays
a melody inside my mind. A kindness of laughter
vibrates within as I whisper to you.

      Turning to gather myself back into a warm, lighted
room I smile. Hoping somewhere you were paying
attention.