the sky walks slowly out into the light of day and pulls words of gratitude from my mouth
i will swim in the racing grace of all the everythings
that will cross the dawn's river
from you to my
self
alone
no more
Inspiration
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
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The photograph illuminates the fragility and delicacy of this poem, Steven.
Snow! Looks alien, exotic to my eye after the non-winter in DC. Today it'll be 70 F. Do we live in the same world, Steven?
thanks aguja!! steven
reya i can go twenty miles south of here and there's no snow . . . i can twenty miles north of here and it's up to my knees . . . i had my class out snowshoeing and cross country skiing on tuesday!!!! tomorrow we get ten cms . . . . . yayyyyyy! steven
the idea of words of gratitude for the light of day struck a chord steven - I said to the farmer this morning as we had a beautiful sunrise - how we take such things forgranted.
I like the idea of the "words of gratitude" being summoned by the sky- very nice image Steven.
I love all your pictures of snow and ice but am so glad they are only pictures for me.
weaver - if each day is understood for the gift that it is which in turn allows for the giving of gifts back into those who enter the day alongside you then a deeper and richer experiencing of this place becomes available . . . .steven
nd m, you're very generous!!!! thankyou. steven
ellen - this evening i expct to watch fifteen cms of snow falling from the sky . . . . we have had a relatively dry winter but the snow has been very special . . . perhaps moreso for its absence . . . . . steven
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