To say nothing of
The myriad shapes of it's crystalline flakes.
Calm and cleansing,
Soothingly refreshes both soul and body.
And I've moved tons of snow...
From my byways;
Oddly enough, imbued am I at such times
With a deep meditation, found, for me,
No where else.
Not Zen nor yoga nor even prayer
Brings to me
The peace of shoveling snow;
Especially at night under
Street lights illumination,
The swirling snow ignites my