I
am
dreaming
of snow on a
bright autumn day --
sparkling star-shaped eight-pointed flakes
dancing fluttering flying falling in the
wind like autumn leaves, covering
the dark earth underneath
lifting me from the chilly recess of my
fatigue and forgetfulness to the days when I
was young and carefree skiing down steep snowy slopes in
freezing cold and blinding speed, now in old
age watching my two little grandsons
in my backyard tumbling
down sparkling white mounds.
How transformative is the beauty
that is not for me alone. How sublime is
the
sweet silence that
rings in the
heart
for
all
!
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