There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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Desert Snowflakes - Mark Osmer copyright 2015 from The Stillness Within the Storm
Desert Snowflakes
The wolf alone, guards the purple tepee, A sacred space, a place to be, Great winds cleared the searing heat, Brought forth the rains thundering beat, Earths rich seasonal elements call, Delicate desert snowflakes hushed fall, The air collects its frosty feel, Guided by the medicine wheel, Two souls sit amongst the boulders, Blessing blankets around their shoulders, To watch a million stars ignite, Against the canyons fading light, They shine, sparkle, gleam, Like pieces from a broken dream.
Copyright Mark Osmer 2015
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