On a Snowy Sunday Morning

Early Sunday morning, snow fell upon my world
Around and around it tumbled, oh how it swirled
Blinded by its beauty, its virgin whiteness ever brightened
An otherwise drab morning, I felt so full, so enlightened

Snowflakes are so different, like people I’ve come to know
Watching them dance together, spurs my love for them to grow
Even the lovely cardinals, upon the white blanket they sit
And cast tiny shadows, the hazy sun has lit

How could I not feel happy, utter Sagitarian glee
Snowflakes awaken my spirit, my sleeping soul set free
Amidst this snowy silence, God speaks just to me
Reminding me where is Heaven, that bluejay in the tree

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography 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. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com

16 thoughts on “On a Snowy Sunday Morning”

  1. Well back again ..its been awhile hope all is well with you ..
    Have great New Year ..to you and family ..live it and Enjoy It

  2. Hi Don, A lovely winter poem to warm the heart.

    Best wishes for a wonderful Christmas and a healthy New Year.
    Hugs
    trinitystar.
    ps You have done so fantastic with your photography … looking forward to next years crop. :o)

  3. Nice idea you have about people being like snowflakes and dancing together.

    Have a great Xmas Don.

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