Snowstorms Drift —dreams Untold Poem by Mohammad Younus

Snowstorms drift—dreams untold,
Blankets weave a frozen tapestry, cold.
An owl's cry rends the stillness deep,
Its Hu resounds through nature's sleep.

Who listens here, in slumber's embrace?
The earth exhales with tender grace.
Waking birds with songs reply,
Their notes ascend to greet the sky.

Snowlight kindles a fragile spark,
Illuminating the world anew.
Each flake, a message etched in grace,
Whispers of oneness, ancient and true.

Awake, enlightened, where we belong,
The hymn of being grows ever strong.
Through frosted skies, the Hu ascends—
A song of light, no start, no end.

—MyKoul