ABIGAIL

Snow falling gently
No wind in the dance  
Floating from the sky  
Alighting on each branch  
of every tree once naked  
save for grayish bark  
now dressed in lavish white  
pearls of moonlight in the dark  
I walk through powdered rivers  
leaving rippled trails behind  
The world now is muted  
No blaring sounds remind  
of harshness or entitlement  
Peacefulness surrounds  
our desolation and perverseness  
Placidity abounds  
I inhale the frigid air  
feel the sharpness of its bite  
aware this tranquil moment  
is a mantle and a guise  
concealing misery and angst  
a world of desperate souls  
seeking hope in places grim  
seeking light in darkened holes  
Yet the miracle of snow  
provides a blanket of relief  
falling from the sky  
as a gift we all can see  
invites us lift our eyes  
up to heaven and to gaze  
in the wonder of the season  
and our gratitude to raise  
Snow falling silently  
calling us to pray  
for a healing of despair  
that will wholly grace someday