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
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Written on 2021-02-10 at 01:12
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Lawrence Beck |
