Blankets

Snow begins to fall, lightly sprinkling on the mountain tops at first, winds blowing the white powder everywhere else, landing on down the lines, covering the ground above causing smiled observances below, from lower elevations looking up at the white powder accumulating on mountain tops and blanketing their entire mass.

Sprinkles, droplets, then to inches, and feet of fresh snow packing the tops and drifting down to lower elevations to join in the downpour of water crystalizations, landing as feathers, brought down to the ground by a gentle breeze to lay and await more arrivals to accumulate and cover the previous landscape that paled in comparison to the snow laden one, getting thicker and heavier as it falls down from clouds full of it, and dropping its sheer volumne, weighted gently as snowflakes to bless the grounds with their landings…

Previous baron mountain tops now covered white caps starting to pack from the accumulating dusting to drifts of the frozen stuff, blowing off of peaks as winds breeze by, to lower levels and higher packs of frozen water granules whitewashing the entire range to observants below, healing lands and views to fresh powder transforming browned and scared foothills, anticipating future run-offs of pure, ice-cold water melting away from the previous snow now layed out, enhancing life on its way down each elevation to supply the town that lays valleyed below…

Every single, and every One, is completely different then the next flake forming the fresh pack to complete one…All singles to many, every One becoming one event, stacking and packing, inches to feet to waist-deep to blizzard conditions, then adding on to each elevation it’s own patch to collect the floating frozen stuff, leaving a winter land to wonder new views upon.  New views, feelings, climate, and conditions blanket as far as the eye can see, and as deep as the soul may feel, wondering at the page turned, a new chapter, beginning, an end to the previous perceptions, and blankets we’ve gotten used to during the previous season…

Clouds, now veiling mountain tops, with fallen snow below its blanket line of soft, cuddly coolness.  Specks of land amongst the snow filling the outline of depths of pack here and there while just sprinkles lower as its elevations show the amount of their catch from the storm.  And further down, the previous grounds filled with white and beginning to thaw into slush, then dirty ice, as cars make their ways down crunchy streets from tires breaking its grip, and making their heavy imprints into the snow-blanketed streets.  Imprints, what was once previously soft white virgin snow, now blackened melted waters pooling in tire tracks and gaining momentum, in width, size, and depth…eventually breaking up and corrupting snows’ blanket with dirt and asphalt breaking through and becoming anew, dirty slush all over the place.  Contaminated ice, now evaporating to water, and its runoffs, clogging curbs and drains as the ice melts making its way to lower levels, blanketing its new space with new, cold water finding cracks and openings to cover and fill previous parchments at runoff locations…

Clouds now engulf the entire mountain range, and blow its freezing wind our way, to blanket the foothills in a cold rush and make us notice the view of clouds covering massive mountains, and keeping a lid on what they may contain therein, resting on mountains, and freezing the rain squeezed out of clouds laying low, and hanging out on mountain tops to make a curtain call from the previous scene we took for granted…

Awaiting your lift, sweet and gentle Ones within the clouds raining down your coverings for all to see but not entail, how mere water particulates can take on mountains, hiding and seeking the ones at their elevations, and pausing to stay and lay for awhile when resonance completes the two to lay together, condensation thick and heavy, lands become clouds and clouds succumb to lands on high, each blanketed by the other, changing the climate and conditions of prior arrangements between the cloud of spirit, and the mass of land, now laying together rather than as passerbys, to absorb and contain all that may fill…from this bonding, of blankets breezing by, and stopping to rest for awhile on ranges…

The coverings and liftings come as blankets and veils, similar to beliefs, systems, civilizations, preconceptions, parental security, thought patterns, unknowns, superstitions, good and evil resting in place for awhile, then leaving, for the mass to deal with its presence, containment, and leaving…

As the clouds begin lifting, first off the town, then raising up the foothills as they methodically travel back up the mountain, leaving the wake it arrived within and making its marks on the dry lands eager to hold onto the precipitation they offer, now releasing its grip on the town as it rolls itself back up the hill it previously drifted down.  Lands’ mass previously veiled in clouds, slowly makes its presence known as the fog lifts its release on the valley, foothills, then leaving the mountain and blowing from their tops to unveil what’s been covered and left for appreciation or curses from the townspeople below, blessed by snow-pack, and the cursed freeze that froze them in-time…

Blessed little and big ones now frolick in the snow, throwing balls while dogs’ paws track in snow following the new scents about and throughout the people, in the snow playing with new found toys and games blanketed out for all to be enjoined in school’s out frenzy, dropping whatever they were previously doing, and being in their head and feelings, now awakened by a white fluffy blanket that changes prior rules of just getting, and going by, now is the chance and opportunity to change your ways and make angels in the snow, waving arms lying down submerged in a white drift of cool enjoyment that fills the body with laughter, and happily ever after school, being in the moment, of wonder and bliss, brought on by joining in the fun of letting go and becoming what is a living dream outside reality, if given a thought, but not within blankets, of moments, of emotions feeling their way to steer the mass towards joy and release of pain and attachments, routinely blanketing the humans, and their minds, bodies, and spirit…

Seeing, and feeling blankets of warmth, care, nurture, and frolic, while darkness, containment, and fear cover others too enclosed to break out and play with children, in the snow, with no weights to hold them down to express as a feather…uncovering from beds to what was previous sleep or psychic containment, mentally placing you elsewhere to dream or routine what you’ve laid out to cuddle with in your life, and tossing it all aside right now, just to be blanketed in this moment, of snowflakes dropping-down…one by one you can see each and every, until before you know it, it’s all around and starting to pack, flakes to buckets to inches to depths you may contain if you wish to feel and frolick within, and Being warmed by your essence, feeling it all around and within, and wanting to explode your hightened emotions and awareness to blanket all of your friends…

now we have a flake of  understanding, from clouds to mere water, that crystalizes and flakes into elevated places, and faces of children, just playing with Her…

 

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