Winter’s Vigil
Snow settles like psalms
on the cathedral of pines,
each flake a whispered prayer
in winter’s deep silence.
Through frosted windowpanes
I watch the sacred dance –
crystalline choreography
of mercy falling soft and slow.
The evergreens bow
beneath their white vestments,
patient bearers of winter’s weight,
keeping faithful vigil in the cold.
And somewhere beneath
this blanket of grace,
dormant seeds wait
in their earthen chapel,
holding tight to promises
of spring’s resurrection,
each buried hope
a testament to faith’s endurance.
Even here, in the heart
of winter’s longest night,
light filters through branches
like stained glass memories of warmth.
Thanks for the poem. While parts of Ontario are seeing lots of snow, we (near Smithers, B.C.) have almost none: a disaster.
I love walking up our lane with a heavy, ‘straight-down’ snowfall in the dark.
I love the painting.