Snow-Covered Pines

Minding the silence, Simplicity draped in white robes, Each needle stands adorned, Frozen fingers cradle the earth As I step to the edge, Feeling time’s careful pause, This quiet veil of frost lifts In the breath of dawn, Over our stillness, a chant of hearts. We live in these moments, As whispers attract all senses— The bright weight of nature amends, Steps of hope pay heed, A promise whispering from trees, Let us linger in grace, Remembering the soft folds of snow.

• Gary Snyder