Numbing cold February morning
A quiescent interlude, a place just beyond
Winter melodies drift like wind-swept snow
The forest, a white goose down quilt
A slumbering world fills with peace
For just one moment
something less becomes more
In that moment, naked knowing
In that place in-between–
A place of equanimity appears
Quickly as it comes, it goes
No touching back what can only touch us
No holding onto what passes through us
No container giving shape to shapeless beauty
Eventually, all snowflakes return to water
Poetic Alchemist 
Floots: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. Dust to dust, snowflakes to water.
Aurora: Glad you enjoyed it. I gave the poem a haircut this morning. Needed a trim. I like it better now. Glad you found inspiration on the new blog look. I just re-did my business website yesterday. Different feels good at times.
i particularly like this one don
thank you
You captured it, Don! I feel the in-between moment of seasons caught here, as well as the beauty and peace a blanket of snow brings.
Your blog design is so peaceful, I “copied” it for our Japanese blog, inspired entirely by you. 🙂 Have a look:
http://magnapoets.typepad.com/magnapoets_japanese_form/
Actually, you got me re-doing most of them. It’s like spring cleaning! 🙂
Polona: Thanks. Yes indeed it is, and always in the seasons.
Dan: Thanks. Inspired by the snowfall over the past two days. Maybe 14 inches gathered about setting the forest behind us aglow.
Kai: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed this winter poem.
the spirit of transition wonderfully captured
Yeah, even those glimpses of the permanent are impermanent.
lovely