The first snow

A picture of everlasting snow — outside my window the first snow is falling, silencing the world

The first snow
Silently falling to the ground

Taking sorrows, secrets
Words never spoken aloud
For a deep winters’ sleep

Cleaning our mourning's
Taking the colour, the feelings out of things

Listen to the silent breath
Calming a turbulent earth

All of a sudden, nature coming to a halt
Slowing its pace and stopping
To breath out

Regaining its deep connection to mother earth
A warm blanket covering its surface
Muffling all sounds

There is time for spring, when we will wake up again
We will awaken to take a new breath, to a new world
There is always time to start all over again

Rest dear friend, rest, until you may awaken again

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I have always liked words. To me they are secrets that, like the butterfly’s wings sometimes conceal their real beauty until we open up to them.

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Conny Schättle

I have always liked words. To me they are secrets that, like the butterfly’s wings sometimes conceal their real beauty until we open up to them.