Monday snow drawn from high to low in waves
Looking to find a place to moor and grow
In banks and drifts in the early moments of the day.
I see it land now softly with a lightly blown spray
In the crooked of branches of Dogwood elbow
Monday snow drawn from high to low in waves.
Then cradled as a baby held against all sway
Innocence in a path it does not know
In banks and drifts in the early of the day.
Like some ancient pilgrim seeking the way
Finding the sky holy holding earth its bones
Monday snow drawn from high to low in waves.
What was then for what is now know I may
A snow laced dream resting here alone
In banks and drifts in the early of the day.
Snow rests in sun and changes by its rays
As a wayward one who moors then he goes.
Monday snow drawn from high to low in waves
In banks and drifts in the early of the day.
© Dennis Wright, 2015
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| Trail at Ivy Creek Photo by Tony Russell |
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