Out of Time

Pale days of living make-believe
when all that can be seen is snowy white
unrelieved by bright and sunny skies;
and all the world seems to sleep
too deep to be awakened;
while snow is falling
lightly as a misty veil
that seems to screen
the wholeness of it all;
and yet amends the clarity
that clear blue skies will bring.

But even now a dream
of springtime wonder enters in
to warm the long, cold nights
of Northern climbs;
as we drift right out of time
into eternal whispers
only icy wind can bring
to all of being . . .


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