Waiting for the Storm
We have lost count of winter storms.
Another arrives—
mere hours away.
Some carry beauty,
others ferocity.
Always, a hush
before the first flakes fall.
Stillness.
Quiet, too.
Is this the moment
when the world breathes together?
Perhaps.
I don’t know.
That is the mystery—
the hush unseen, unknowable,
yet present.
Candles are lit before writing.
I pause to brew another mug of tea.
In those brief moments,
the birds fall silent.
Most shelter at the storm’s peak.
Others brave wind
and the whirling flakes.
Each snowflake—
its own small cosmos.
The scent of snow arrives.
The storm begins.
Yes, we will shovel again.
Perhaps the last storm.
While it blusters outside,
these wild, precious hours remain.
For me—
tea,
playful birdsong,
and waiting for spring.
About the Art
Photograph: ‘Snow in the Forest’
Copyright: 2005
Artist: Lee Anne MorganWatercolor: ‘The First Iris’
Copyright: 2025
Artist: Lee Anne & Teacher
