Jan 20, 2022
1 min read
Divine Creation
Mindful Poetry
Walking in stillness of deserted park
Amidst the biting winter cold
Windchill felt to marrow of bones,
Creek in swirling flow, light ice
Towering trees barren of leaves.
Quiet pervades early morning air
Only pierced by whistling wind,
Camaraderie with only nature
In its sacred eternal…
