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First Snow

December 1, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

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

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  1. Michael says

    December 1, 2010 at 11:42 am

    Beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:07 pm

      Thanks, Michael.

  2. jasonS says

    December 1, 2010 at 12:17 pm

    I can feel the stillness and crispness through your words and the pictures. Thanks Sandra. Wonderful.

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:08 pm

      Thank you, Jason.

  3. Wendy says

    December 1, 2010 at 2:13 pm

    I swear I heard a light wind when I read this.

    Beautiful!
    ~ Wendy

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:09 pm

      🙂 Thanks for coming by, Wendy.

  4. dustus says

    December 1, 2010 at 2:36 pm

    Snow! Love it…. Nice lines and great pictures too. Stay warm! Cheers

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:09 pm

      You, too! Cheers. 🙂

  5. S. Etole says

    December 1, 2010 at 3:14 pm

    It came not so gently here …

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:10 pm

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

  6. Eric 'Bubba' Alder says

    December 1, 2010 at 4:41 pm

    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

      December 1, 2010 at 5:11 pm

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

  7. Kristin says

    December 1, 2010 at 4:45 pm

    Very inspiring words,thanks for sharing. I just wandered onto your blog, but I had to stop and read, lovely words 🙂

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 5:11 pm

      Hooray for wanderers. Welcome and thanks. 🙂

  8. Michelle DeRusha says

    December 1, 2010 at 5:38 pm

    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

      December 1, 2010 at 10:20 pm

      Magical. Yes. Thanks, Michelle.

  9. Abby says

    December 1, 2010 at 8:14 pm

    Love the analogies…wonderful image:)

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 10:20 pm

      Thanks, Abby. My daughter’s name is Abby. I’m partial to Abbys. 🙂

  10. Gay Cannon says

    December 1, 2010 at 10:05 pm

    Very beautiful. Thank you. Gay

    • Sandra says

      December 1, 2010 at 10:20 pm

      Thanks, Gay. Nice to see you.

  11. deidra says

    December 1, 2010 at 10:32 pm

    The first snow each year always seems mystical to me. You’ve captured it perfectly.

    • Sandra says

      December 3, 2010 at 10:17 am

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

  12. Shashi says

    December 4, 2010 at 12:35 am

    Dear Sandra

    ‘Just brushed wet kisses’… the images and thoughts were so perfect.. I liked it. thanks for sharing…

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

    • Sandra says

      December 4, 2010 at 1:27 pm

      Thanks, Shasti!

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