Sleet falls in a sharp angle across the sky. The ground in just a few moments is covered in white – white that highlights the deep shadows of mystery within the waving sage brush.
The sleet turns to snow and rain. There is thunder too, deep, far away. Huge snowflakes billow down. The sage brush bounces, buffeted by the wind. This is the beauty of the universe.
If I were outside repairing the electric lines, or even just trying to get my car going — I would be saying, “Oh, what nasty weather!”
Somewhere the electricity repair person is hard at work, and for him or her, it is truly very nasty weather.
Inside, I am grateful for electricity and warmth and for the freedom to watch the beauty of the earth – where all is One – the falling snow, the rhythm of the seasons. And all is eternity – each snowflake and the ravens that fly bravely in the wind.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2022
6 thoughts on “The Beauty of sleet”
Unusual form for you. I like it.
I’m happy that you like it, Laura.
Beautifully written! 😍
Thank you, Nadine!
I wish you a very Happy New year too, Cindy – filled with beautiful travels to many wonderful places!
Wow. It looks so beautiful. I wish you every ✨ Happiness in The New Year Sharon!