Winter’s eve drawing nigh
Dark clouds hover, January sky
Fading firelight, flickers gloom
Dancing barefoot ‘cross the room
Huddled shadows hushing night
In your arms hold me tight
Sharp-edged snowflakes fall so still
White frost clings, nearby window sill
Longing for what’s not there
No comfort found, my rocking chair
Sitting still, motionless
Holding on, memories caress
Brutal cold winter night
Full moon shining, oh so bright
Sitting still by the fire
Surrender there, all desire
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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4 thoughts on “Winter Zen”
Kai: Thanks. Glad you enjoyd this one. Happy New Year!
Dan: to the snow, we all surrender.
Nice snow. I surrender.