I know people have different feelings about snow, I love it. At last the world outside my window has turned white, and still it keeps coming down. This soft blanket gives me such excitement and peace, feelings I relish and treasure. During a regular and all too brief visit to the wonderful Isle of Mull on Sunday night / Monday, and whilst discussing the official defining statement of World Humanism with the ever delightful S5 and 6’s at Tobermory High School, I was struck by a comment in reponse to the question: ‘what do you think happens if human beings don’t find an effective way to express themselves ?’ Answer: ‘They go mad’. Very perceptive, thought I. I then became enchanted as we did a round robin of how they expressed themselves . . . drawing, singing, dancing, playing the guitar, listening to music – were all amongst the answers.
The snow has inspired me to the expression of writing poetry and tomorrow morning early, when it’s even thicker and deeper I’m going to put on my wellies and go and dance in it !
snow falls, gentle is the night
where in the street light
flake after flake reflects itself against the glow
bright white flecks that dance and land
the sumptuous carpet grand
a thick and deepening pile
beguiling the beauty of it all
one element of nature’s bounty
the winter gift that shouts
get out, get out, get out !
forget your worries and your cares
play with me as if this is all there is
and so with skin a-tingle
mingle with the wet and fluffy crystals
until you know you are a part of something simple and immense
a basic sense
of life in all it’s glory
just now a gentle night-time story
that is still
Sleep well beautiful beings, one and all.
Be well, go well, keep well.
In peace and love allways,
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