This February Night

breath

The snow
silent, soft,
the wind still,
a glint of frost
in the air:
I am sure it would ping
if I clinked my finger
against it…
I wouldn’t dare.
Even my breath
is an intrusion
as the stars wink
at the moon.
My heart beats
like thunder.
I cast a shadow
on the whiteness
of this winter night.

8 comments

  1. Sarah, I am with you, first experiencing the soft, still whiteness of the snow. You want to be in it, let it know you are there (the finger flicking against it). Then we become the Other, in the way, with breath, heartbeat and shadow. These words made me read again. And again.
    “Even my breath
    is an intrusion
    as the stars wink
    at the moon.
    My heart beats
    like thunder.
    I cast a shadow
    on the whiteness
    of this winter night.”

    Your writing always captures my attention.
    ptc

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  2. Hi Sarah

    Yes, on a night like that you hold your breath and inhale the miracle of beauty Winter can create. Everything is in balance and the stillness enchants, binds you to the voiceless wonder of God and the landscape. I can entirely understand why you–

    “wouldn’t dare.
    Even my breath
    is an intrusion…”

    I have experienced those kind of Winter nights and have felt the same way, breathing in the splendor that exists between nature and the human spirit.

    So lovely!
    Thank you,
    Wemdy

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