Monday, January 20, 2014

Poem: The Presence of Snow" by Elieen Spinelli


In the presence of snow,
weeds
become flowers,
fields
become
laughing
feather beds.
In the presence of snow,
overcoats
fall to wings,
strangers
become angels.
Peace
becomes a familiar song,

in the presence of snow.

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