When the world whispers

When the world whispers, then words feebly trace

Memories and visions of light, time and space.

No need for speaking, so silence is best.

Walking or seated, our minds need to rest.

Switch off all your WhatsApps, switch on to what’s real.

Absorb, be osmotic, breathe deep, simply feel.

Rare moments are these, so spare time while they last,

Soon life rushes on, virgin snow melts too fast.

Crumping and schwelping lie light on this page –

Faint language reminders of nature’s white rage.

09 01 2026