Silence

 

The hills dusted with snow of white.

is like a canvas of life standing still.

One moment in a winter day and

I find the magic is heart willed.

One heaven above us and 

one earth beneath our feet, 

this blessing we call life is

both wonderful and  bittersweet.

Caught up in the silence

it's a  eeriness of sort 

as I go about dreaming

of mi sweet amour.

I quiver at the thought

that what I see is real, 

as is my imagination

caused me to feel.