trails

Floating

down -

tiny 

White,

sounds heavier today, 

Burdened moisture 

from the warmer than usual winter. 

As the frozen crystals land,

They quickly turn

to pea sized 

watery droplets, 

reflective globes, 

clinging to the branches 

and plant stems. 

Listening, 

standing still, 

time disappears.

One with harmony.

don’t leave this moment-

It feels safe here,

away from distractions,

Responsibilities, 

stressors-

that interrupt peace. 

create a trail 

on this physical land 

And the  inner world.

Where these two worlds 

Are connected