Present in the Moment

I was blessed to take a walk in the snow today, across smooth white fields broken by meandering tracks of deer, squirrels, and birds. I love the snow, I love walking in it..  I have not the words to describe the beauty, but this poem does. I snapped a few photos today and earlier. I hope you enjoy the snow while it lasts.

Shoveling Snow

Kirsten Dierking

If day after day I was caught inside
this muffle and hush

I would notice how birches
move with a lovely hum of spirits,

how falling snow is a privacy
warm as the space for sleeping,

how radiant snow is a dream
like leaving behind the body

and rising into that luminous place
where sometimes you meet

the people you've lost. How
silver branches scrawl their names

in tangled script against the white.
How the curves and cheekbones

of all my loved ones appear
in the polished marble of drifts. 

"Shoveling Snow" by Kirsten Dierking, from Northern Oracle. © Spout Press, 2007