Snow

Water

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Water

I walk in Clouds

who laugh and weep

their sorrows and joys

as loving Sunrays

and caring Moonbeams

dance the short days

round and round…

I walk in Showers

of Raindrops and Snowflakes

who whisper secrets

as they gently fall-

in Blizzards that blind

and freeze with indifference-

in fierce Storms that shout

with violent fury…

Water holds Memory,

blessings and curses,

clarity and pollution…

In countless lives

Water is Aware-

Aware of us in us as us

and so much more…

In Tides and Currents and Flows,

Water moves in Bodies

great and small-

rises unseen and descends

with powers to transform

all that is immersed

in what it has become…

I walk in Rains

immersed in Water

within and beyond my skin

that once bordered Awareness,

grown borderless now

as Torrents and Floods

sweep away boundaries

and Human definitions…

I walk in Mists

of vaporous thoughts

infused with emotions-

in wildly thunderous or

blissfully calm billows

of ever-changing Clouds

now here, now gone

as am I…

Water watches all

on little Planet Earth-

watches Landscapes

shift and change,

Water and Land

advancing, receding

over and over again…

Water watches

the dramas of Evolution,

slow cycles and lightning leaps,

as Flora and Fauna disappear-

watches Humans

appear and disappear

like Streams above and under ground…

Water watches, watches and awaits

another Great Earth Age-

an Age of Un-Named Forms…

March 18, 2013- February 11, 2020

February 24, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

A Single Snowflake

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I’m only a single snowflake,

yet part of a greater whole

more than my world of snow.

I dance upon the unseen wind.

I sway and whirl and roll

happily as I now descend

to rest upon the waiting ground.

The wind says that I’ll change

the form that I’m now in.

I’ll melt, evaporate, ascend…

I may become a single drop

of something called the rain,

or even a single snowflake

to dance the spirit wind again.

February 13, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Perspectives, Feelings, Interpretations

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Heavy clouds bearing Winter’s messages

move swiftly through the sky

as two people pass each other by,

walking in opposite directions.

The clouds release their snowflakes

to the land and life below.

Irritated, one woman loudly curses

this bitter assault of snow

and the frozen hell she’s living in.

Elated, the other woman quietly blesses

these refreshing snow-kisses on skin

and the beautiful heaven she’s in.

They’re moving through the same information,

translating from different worlds within.

February 11, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Snowfall*

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Walking home alone on a snowy Winter night,

I am filled with wonder passing each street light.

Here the Snow descends as crystal sparkles

that fill me with delight.

In Snowfall’s quiet sound I hear the Snowflakes

softly sing together coming down.

They kiss my hair and cheeks.

I feel a peaceful comfort.

The Town has gone to sleep.

There’s no one else around but I don’t feel alone

for I am kissed by Snowflakes as I walk

in silent peace and wonder to my home.

(written from a lasting memory-

Shelley Wilson- December 2, 2020)