Meditation 17

A blinding blizzard

Shrouds the surrounding valley

In a dazzling white

Inhospitable

Like the deserts of the west

So becomes the east

A barren forest

Completely devoid of life

In repose and calm

A frozen spirit

Sweeps across the blanketed

Meadows and mountains

A crunch with each step

Through the frost bitten tundra

They search for their muse

They yearn for the warmth

But for now it will make do

With bare trees and snow

The weather will break

And the seasons will change once more

Yet I will remain