one for the weary …

(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…)

Blown snow.
White, not yet wet —
sifted sugar.

Airspun, storm-sung:
it beds down gentle,
tucks the lawn in tight,

settling over the branches
like a soft hand on a forearm:

Hush…

Rest now.

Just be.

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8 Comments

        1. So interesting, especially re: your son! I’ve always thought it fascinating to know some folks are ambidextrous, or could be at least, with a little neurological training. There must be some kind of genius in that. šŸ™‚

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