Janice Marie Foote's Musings

Winter Trees...

My eyes spy unclothed trees
Inbetween their long, lithesome branches
That reveal bare, beautiful curves

and...

Winter's First Snowfall...

I stand at my windowsill
Gazing ecstatically upon
Winter's first snowfall
Nature's true Winter call

Oh what tremendous joy
My heart does feel
As I say blessed be to that
Which brings us such beauty

So I put on my coat
Step dizzily outside
Raise up my hands
Spin round and round
Watch the snow fall
Down to the ground

As it falls down
I try to see each flake
Since they are like us
All very different
But equally the same

and...

Winter's Icicles...

I gaze in amazement
At the delicate icicles
Hanging from the trees
Glistening with lucid life

For one brief moment
I am suspended in time
Able to let go of my strife
By seeing how they dazzle
With unknowable wisdom
Of being able to just be

As I look more deeply
My eyes wondrously see
The full moon catching them
At just the right angle
With just enough light
To give me a new view
Of how beautiful Winter is
By letting go of what is untrue

~ Janice Marie Foote ~