THE QUIET SHEPHERD AT THE EDGE OF SNOW
A gentler morning, a softer truth.
Some poems arrive with fire.
Some arrive with song.
But some — the rare ones — arrive the way snow arrives: quietly, steadily, without asking anything except that you notice.
Today’s piece is one of those poems.
A shepherd boy stands where winter begins, not seeking revelation, not calling for wonder, simply being present. And in that still presence, the world bends nearer to him — the snow drifting with awareness, the light shifting its tone, the silence warming by a degree you can feel but not measure.
This is a poem for anyone who has ever stood between two worlds —
between exhaustion and hope,
between fear and gentleness,
between yesterday’s weight and tomorrow’s promise.
May its quiet guide you the way the shepherd guides the morning.
Read it slowly.
Let it breathe.
Let it come close.
© Al Konda · The Poetry Elite