The snow is falling here in the mountains of North Georgia. As I gaze into the sky, with my tongue sticking out of my mouth, it occurs to me that this is the perfect backdrop for Valentines Day.
As I try to catch as many of the incredibly tasty flakes of snow as I can, I am reminded of all of the beautiful souls that I have come across in my (still young) life. Each of them has been as much an individual as the shapes of these flakes. There are sometimes several seconds that pass before a snowflake lands, at those times I even feel like going inside, out of the cold, I wait just a little longer and that next tiny flake is all the more refreshing. There are also those times that the snowflakes bombard my senses, overwhelming me. Then I shudder, and may even pull my tounge inside the warmth of my mouth for a second, retreating from the stimuli.
Yet no matter when these flakes fall, or how often, they have each soothed me with a surprisingly fresh and new sensation. Each one has stimulated me with an incredible vigor that could never be repeated.
You would think that as these snowflakes melt, that they are destroyed, gone forever. There is nothing further from the truth, after stimulating my senses, they become part of my body, where they continue to nurture me.
Thank you, beautiful souls, perfect snowflakes.
From this inspiration I have created a new haiku…