First Snow: Not Quite Winter

Snow is silence,
Sacred and light,
Soft and lovely
Until it is too much.

Before that, though,
It is the peace
That comes in the solitude
Of a solitary heart.

If it is not too cold,
It can lead you,
Content in the mystery
Of a clean world

Whose truths and sorrows
Are not erased
But put away.
Snow says,

Come away,
Start here.