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New Snow

Winter’s Calling

Nightime gazing by Lenny K Photography This image was marked with a CC BY 2.0 license.

a blanket of white

reflects moonlight in the night

snowing soft silence

Growing up in Montreal (one of the snowiest cities in Canada) I always loved the quiet late winter evenings after a fresh snowfall. In the dark, I would peer out the window or patio to the fresh blanket of snow reflecting light and find myself covered in peaceful silence and moonlit reverie full of possibility. Now living in Vancouver, where snowfall is rare, I covet the few nights where I am once more covered in a warm white blanket of moonlight reflected in freshly fallen snow. Every season has a calling, a memory of gifts waiting to be found. For me, winter’s calling is silence and reverie.

If you like this please check out a couple of previous winter haiku:

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