In the deepest of Winter
with so much quiet
I can reflect.
re-align and slow down.
remember what is important and who…
take the time to watch the tiny miracles
as they pass by, moving through the woods.
the water in the creek
always knows where it is going,
so much confidence
and where did all the snowflakes come from
I would like to know the artist who made those.
I imagine such a different world when I am here