Trundling…
Trundling by, fleetingly
From the window all is silent;
The whole vista veiled,
White gowned,
Evenly covering colour
Softening all form
Hushed; moulded,
Clothed, but revealing a greater glory
Than the temporal greys and smudged hues of winter earth.
River grey and ashen clouds holding their breath…
That which was of its own –
Rich in momentary splendour and beauty –
Surpassed and overwhelmed
By a fresh, pure down,
Delicately and graciously bestowing,
Unfolding revelation.
Dazzling white light
As heavenly curtains draw a gentle, baby blue,
Life-giving light consoling with warm promises
Ever present,
The source of joy to its bride – nature’s bride, adorned and ready –
Purified in time to rekindle beauty and vibrant colour
Richness and depth;
Blushing in her glory
She reflects the rays of her life,
Truth and mystery, clear as crystal
As precious pearls.
Still the flakes flutter and fall…
Train journey back to Germany – 4th January 1986
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