Winter

Outside, the snow;
a vast ocean rising,
a sculpted white sea,
sinuous and cresting.
Angels, with whispered wings,
dust the groundswell,
their etchings gleam
in the moonlight.

We walk under a
pale winter’s moon,
the world hushed by
the ocean’s stillness.
Inhale the sacred silence,
fall softly into
undulating sea,
protected, swaddled,
embraced in
Winter’s womb.