There was a time when snow covered the land,
Hiding all of the world’s imperfections
To everywhere that eye had spanned,
Forcing us to run to our reflections.
The icy landscape chased away the birds,
Leaving behind a moment of silence.
We took the time to part from our own herds
So we could shed our facade of pretense.
The cold would cloud our breath and bite our nose,
Yet we would fight against the discomfort
As we searched for understanding that grows,
And through meditation we can support.
But for today the only wind that blows
Is in remembrance of days of snow.
John Collings 