two days, two nights, the snow fell
three feet of pristine white velvet left behind
drifts even deeper
blanketing everything in sight
glorious virgin whiteness
god’s purity covering all
muffling all sound
slowing down a speeding world
hunger brings them, even amidst the blizzard
white-tailed deer trudge their usual path
to the bird feeders, now within reach
aided by mother nature’s crystalline step ladder
the winter sun shines brightly
olive brown gold finches nimble coal-black thistle
brilliant red cardinals scour the big flat feeder
for much loved crunchy sunflower seeds
a remarkable sermon this sunday morning
lessons, deep as the snow, taught by the deer
the finches, cardinals, the sun
all one, in nature’s snowy arms
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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16 thoughts on “Snow-Bound Sunday Morning”
Alok: Thanks. It was good to visit your blog. You have some great stuff going on there…poetry and all. Snow is a special experience — I love the way it quiets the world.
Floots: Thanks. It was a real scene. All I had to do was take notes.
I loved the way you constructed this … the last I saw snow was when I was 11 yrs old when I had been on a vacation to Darjeeling with my parents … Your poem made me feel the snow that I miss in my life …
Thanks for taking your time on my blog. truly appreciated
knocked out by this one
nature as teacher
just about the only time i listen 🙂
Trinitystar: Thanks so much for the reminder. You’re so right. Hope things are well with you.
Nature is a great teacher … those that are hell bent on destroying it … should be aware and listen to the voice of nature.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem.
hugs for you
Borut: Thanks. Yes indeed it is. Lovely here.
Kai: Thanks. So right. Then, the cherry blossoms will come your way. What a sight in DC.
Aurora: Thanks. Lovely indeed. Per-fection. Hope you’re well.
Polona: Thanks for that. We had a black bear in our backyard 3 years ago. He was wild and magnificent.
Dan It was glorious. I was just the observer. Thanks.
soon the snow will be gone……
Beautiful capture, Don. Looks like we got the same amount of snowfall over here. It’s lovely, isn’t it?
Beautiful, Don! The winter church of nature… All is one…
what a wonderful scene this conjures up! and lessons to be learned…
now all that’s missing is my bear (i’m sure he wouldn’t mind… the poor fellow lives in a zoo) 😉
And a beautiful sermon by the poet recounting nature’s sermon. Thanks!