Whispers

Whispers of moments to come, whispers in the weather, whispering to me of snow, trying not to get excited, trying to shut the whispers out, but they persist, I cannot resist, I imagine being on a high mountain forest path in falling flakes, moving in silence, alone, feeling a glow of energy, feeling the wild, being where only I know where I am, dressed warm, breathing the breath of life, like my father before me, living life savoring it.  I imagine a stop, standing still looking up into falling snow, beauty mixed with thrill and chill falling all around me, a scene of dreams, the moment filling me, aware of all my own dreams and fallings, knowing who I am. For now, it’s only in my mind, just whispers of moments to come in the mountains, of mountains of moments to come, joys and sorrows, whispers of moments to come, in my tomorrows.