with peace...

pale pink sky falls gently on pillows of white snow.

the trees wear a coat of pure white.

all is silent save the quiet hum of a snow thrower down the road.

unmarked, uninterrupted snow feels like a new beginning.

soon, the deafening roar of plows will overcome.

soon, the pure white will be slushy gray.

soon, this winter i will hate.

but now... i feel even a tiny bit of joy at this winter morning.

the peace of a snowy winter morning fills me.

this morning i feel peace.



Winter Morning in Baie-St-Paul
Clarence Alphonse Gagnon