When silver gray winter skies exhale
you inhale icy purity into your lungs
and your brain is on diamond alert
filtering even the tiniest dust particles
that might occlude your channels
of crystal clear tune perception.
Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.
Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.
Branches of naked trees test their muscles
while a thousand eyes in the bushes
get ready to witness the white magic
promising sparkling transformation.
Snowflakes perform their graceful dance
as if every single one was an Étoile
dressed in a glistening lace tutu.
The skies upload their precious cover
in the most enchanting tune of silence.
Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.
You hear the chimes of heavenly realms
which aim at the center of your breast
the hushed sound expands in your heart.
In synchronization with this wintry gift
you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.
You do not dream, you are the dream!
Snow sounds still fill your whole being
when you awake to a new radiant day
of awe inspiring quiet beauty
pulsing peacefully in your chest
reverberating in your shining eyes
and glowing deep within your soul.
Thank you for sharing this beauty, dear departed Margherita.