Snow 

   ever-so-lightly falling… 

Whitest wisps,

         heavenly petals adrift on the air

come to rest on dark fir branches and

       ice the scarlet holly berries ~

Turning my view into a

                delicate gallery 

Breath caught. 

My heart slows to match the airy fall of the intricate flakes

 ~ My soul

                        awakens

from a daily deadening of hurry and details..

                 awakens 

                                     to

                         stillness,    to

         Listening. 

SJJ