After the snowstorm …

there is a certain brilliance
to everything
as far as the eye can see

nothing is disturbed—
the frozen lake-surface
is a perfect quilt knitted

(not pasted any which way)
but smooth and even—
Nature’s baby skin

and the pine boughs
bordering the shoreline, tall
and dignified, showcase

pearl drops of white
and the clear blue sky,
reassuring, after the storm …

even the lone black dog
belongs, a touch of contrast,
by an unseen Artist’s hand—

all of it, the whole scene, whispers,
Love is always there, compassions
never failing, new every morning.

by Michael Escoubas

photo by Sara Wadington

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