Snow Tide

Gray - faded, color -wrinkled

leaves buried under mounds of snow.

Slowly falling flakes dancing

gracefully upon their descent.

Each textured flake unique

And oh so sleek.

"Oh so beautiful" sang the man on his knees

to the barren trees.

Every last remnant of fall is gone-

Ice from the storm glimmers off the tree limbs.

Beauty and grace

mask their

disheveled

naked

figures,

emerging taller

sturdier-

and oh so so bright.

Images of winter reflected through the child-

eyes of blue...

Through icicles glittered brown specks of whites, golds and silvers too...

My soul cries out in pure delight.

Never before have I seen

such a magnificent sight.

Tide comes in strong

in the form of wind and sleet-

As if in vision while in sleep.

How does one explain what can only be seen 

by tired eyes and a tarnished soul?

Passing on slowly-

I have no regrets.

Slush, slush...

Mush, mush...

Boots splashing in muddy puddles.

Walking on...

Standing tall…

Steps of pride...

I'll never forget the obsolete beauty

of the snow tide.

How lucky for a tarnished soul-

to be forgiven

by the divine

then given

the gift of tranquil eyes

to see beyond societal designs

of misery and cries.

Snow tide.

Grace, my God, the universe,

I thank you for the eyes to see

through the ego masked over me.