Friday, December 07, 2007

For everyone in Snow country.

blessed snow,
comes out of the sky
like bleached flies.
The ground is no longer naked.
The ground has on its clothes.
The trees poke out of sheets
and each branch wears the sock of God.
There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
I bite it.
Someone once said:
Don't bite till you know
if it's bread or stone.
What I bite is all bread,
rising, yeasty as a cloud.
There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
Today God gives milk
and I have the pail.
by Anne Sexton, from The Awful Rowing Toward God. © Houghton Mifflin, 1975.
Just a different way of looking at snow then I have!!!

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