Sandra Heska King

daring to open doors

First Snow

By

soft

no flurry at the feeders

no song in the air

no footprints to follow

just brushed wet kisses

and manna whispers

still

Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.

Psalm 51:7 (NIV)

Adding my words to other poets at One Shot Wednesday.

And walking with Ann Voskamp for a hushed and holy experience
as we wait for Him.

holy experience

Comments

    • Sandra says

      I saw forsythia in bloom yesterday, and my lilacs (what’s left of the massacre) have buds. Strange fall.

  6. Eric 'Bubba' Alder says

    We’re getting our first real snow of the season in my area of Michigan, which inspired me to start a ‘snow’ poem of my own. Your words are pictures are also inspiring.

    • Sandra says

      Ahhh. We had a taste of more snow further north over Thanksgiving, but this is our first real. It won’t last. Thanks.

  8. Michelle DeRusha says

    I still get excited at the first snow every year. The thrill wears off by mid-January or so, but the first one is always magical. You capture it so well in words and photos here!

    • Sandra says

      Thanks, Deidra. I was so surprised to see the snowflake in the cup after I uploaded the photo. 🙂

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