All that ugliness that fell
to the ground in thoughtless words has been covered up with fresh white powder as if it never existed. Think of the gift winter's magic could be if snow could actually erase the unnerving nastiness of noise left strewn about by voices in our world determined to unbalance the ordained equilibrium of the human race.
And those humans I know to be true of heart and integrity, full of hope and goodness, brave enough to silently mow down hatred with tied shoestrings of gentleness, always tread brilliantly roughshod over roughness - even and especially in storms.
If I could blanket the world with a covering of newness in the form of snow - which seems quite holy to me - I would.
Save for the thick sheet of slippery sleet-delivered ice on the highway, today might just be the perfect way to enjoy a snowstorm. Big fluffy white sugar powdered flakes and less ice on the trees, I'm thinking we could hit the pause button and listen to the snow.
and love with a blanket of protection.
in the snow my footprints are clear
of the impression