Snow – Da Capo al Poetry

Winter Peace

On a peaceful winter morning,
While all nature was asleep,
Winter fairies found their calling
In the mountains with steep peaks,
With the never-ending forests:
Trees so lofty, scent so green,
Where the tired soul could find rest
And lay down to breathe and dream.

Snowflakes listened to their calling
And descended upon Earth,
Graceful butterflies resembling,
Having just known their sweet birth.
On the fir trees still grew green moss,
Entangled with the bright white
Of the soft blanket which covered
All of nature, day and night.

On a peaceful winter morning,
While silence governed the land,
Winter fairies found their calling,
One which promised freedom that lasts.
For the soul yearning for quiet,
This magical, hidden world
Was all that they could desire…
Peace, contentment, freedom, hope…

– Patricia

The Traveller

He had been facing icy winds
For hours, just as time stood still;
He had survived the blizzard’s cuts
Thus far—and now he had no will. ǀ Fine

The sea of snow, a deadly white,
Seemed endless as he looked around;
The sky—unseen, covered in clouds,
The ground – below, not to be found.

The howling winds, the howling wolves:
Both enemies of life they were.
No way to go or to escape,
His future: still to guess—unknown.

Defeated, tired, he gave up
And laid back in the bed of cold.
Wanting to rest a little just,
He thought of what this would unfold.

He was aware that with closed eyes,
The sleep of death would surely come.
And yet sweet dreams would wait beyond
And no more pain—all would be gone.

His eyelids fluttered one last time,
As sleep began to lower them.
All would soon end, as death arrived,
And he could hear the requiem.

He smiled as he death embraced
And travelled to the world of dreams.
His heart stood still, engulfed in ice,
As snow covered his final fears.

As he stood still, time now began
To slowly pass, while winter stayed,
And snowflakes covered every trace
Creating, thus, his hidden grave.

Another came, wanting to face
White deserts and his sealed fate,
Adventuring in deadly lands
Until it soon would be too late.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Stars of Snow

I step out in the winter night,
With cloudy sky and empty streets.
Snowflakes descend to give me light
And all of them I watch and greet.

I know them and they know me, too:
We’ve met before in hopeful dreams.
Destined to meet, we won’t undo
The fate which now above us gleams.

I welcome them with beating heart,
Receiving happiness within;
Their falling dance becomes true art
And, thus, my being they redeem.

The flame inside now coexists
With shining stars of what is pure.
They’re one—a blissful masterpiece,
Salvation and a sweet allure.

– Patricia