wild blossom studios

Snow falls

and

it’s quieter,

as the cold blanket

covers the noise

of the world,

for a while.

As the snow descends,

you can faintly hear

its whisper,

“Slow down humans.”

“Play.”

“Rest in my silence.”

“Bask in my cold.”

The snow knows

there’s a small chance

humans will listen.

And those who do,

are happy for it.

Liberation for all.

Wishing for peace, in this snow angel.

in wild blossom spirit,

gillian xo

#ceasefire = liberation, peace, freedom for all.