Let go- a poem

Photos by Bestie Debbie

THE snow falls softly on the trees,

The air is crisp and clear.

I look around and hear the sound

Of snowflakes landing near.

THEY float with ease onto the place

Aside of where I sit.

It seems time stops, and grace is near,

If only for a bit.

THE quiet wraps its arms around

My very busy mind.

Assuring me there’s more to life

Let go, and just unwind.

Retm