Being In Nature: A Poem About Snow

The cold of winter will ask us to stay. To sit in this space, this vast, cold and tireless space. It asks us to play, to let go of our everyday.

The snow, it holds us tightly, breathes fogged air, igniting our soul's most quiet and pure cares. We resist discomfort, push it away. We ask for warmth though it may be astray.

Feeling nothing but you, you creature of my soul. Born under the clear skies atop mountains drenched in the delicate tears of weeping angels, whose tears frosted the earth with their glow. A poem about snow.

Photos by: Felicia Lasala

Location: June Lake, CA