this twilight morn . . .

this twilight morn

the pristine twilight whiteness

of a spring snow

has adorned the landscape of my presence

and i get it

i breathe and i feel it

the crisp clean air

as it gracefully fairs

the passages of my lungs

filling all cavities

with a cool wonder

this twilight morn

there is a cleansing i feel

deep inside

and i am reborn to this day to come

that edges into my consciousness

and i feel my sum

increase

and the peace of it all

envelopes me

this twilight morn

i look upon the trees of the field

and they hold on

to this pre dawn offering

and they may groan a bit here and there

but they are not scoffing

for truly this pristine twilight whiteness

is a gift for us all

and as this snow continually falls

we all dance inside

sing inside

to the wonder of Mother

and her Nature

and her wisdom

about all such things

as she nurtures life

in her own way

with the coming of this day

this twilight morn

9 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.