The White Carpet

Veer not, my gaze
Off the silent scene
Where wanders my mind
A spirit serene

Untouched for miles
The silky snow lies
White carpet as if,
Beneath blue skies

Amidst the milky way
Conifers stand erect
Like giants of Stonehenge
Stillness in effect

Descend their leaves
Without a sound
In a rhythmic waltz
They fall aground

Its bluish tint
Has a touch divine
Like Atlantis of lore
It is sublime

Flow like a River

Meandering through the plains
A river charts its course
Cutting through the mountain
Ferocious in its force

Its water flows steadily
Not wavering from its goal
Joined along the way
By streams of the same soul

Vanishing at sea
Its legacy left behind
We are travelers on our own road
Meeting nomads of the same kind