'Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair'
white dusted snowflake memories
so often we come back to mist images
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This is a reality for me right now. Yes, the breath can be drawn. But really amazing is how that magnificent snow draws in silence, serenity. A great poem, Terry.
snow drews in silence and allows other senses to come into play, the above poem was reflecting on the poem 'Snowpowder' I had written decades before; but it is the wilderness, teenage years in the bush which tuned a love and perception for nature.
An excellent poem about the snow. Living in Malaysia I am missing it a bit. Many thanks for the dedication.
Snow always brings us dream-like thoughts. The most wonderful scene in winter must be snow. The purified world is like the heart of the poet, beautiful.