My soul rests like unblemished snow
at times, fresh from leaden skies,
blanketing the cold earth smoothly,
white, shining, and so very clean,
untouched by any fallen footprints.
But always I must step forward,
breaking through such perfection,
cracking the crust, only an illusion,
covering the rough truth of life beneath.
I realized this is my first post and poem I’ve shared in a quite awhile. It was a busy summer and fall being outside in the garden, and taking my walks and runs (which I am enjoying even more now) around my neighborhood. But as the reality of winter finally settles in with the coming solstice and another season of pandemic precautions approaches, I find myself turning inward again to writing and art as usual. This poem arrived today along with a bit of snow, just enough to move me with the beauty all around.