Typically we get a dusting of snow each night. I m up and out either sweeping or shoveling it from the lane the walk the porch before breakfast. It's a special time of reflection as the sun rises and the cold bites. 

Morning Prayer



The fluff of snow we had last night

Graced the lane the steps and porch 

Gossamer stuff feather light

Flies before the broom’s  reproach


Cumulations of this months snow

Piled in side rows  by the lane 

Hardened by minus 20  nights woe

To bare hands and painful chilblain


The snap of hard pack ‘neath my foot

Frost on eyebrows beard and hair

This morning’s ritual understood

As a preamble to a thankful prayer

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-10 at 01:12

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. There's a wonderfully monastic wisdom in the way you connect your work and your prayer.