No witness
to this waltzing with the moon.
The stars in heaven are quiet tonight,
sleep spangled in their eyes.
Snow swept the fields
with a natural rhythm
not yet named,
just a gentle perfection
humming in God’s head
like Creation
before He made man.
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This verse gently sweeps across the page like the snow does the fields, and hums like a mantra. Lovely!
Thanks,
not much snow here so far this winter,
but what we’ve had has been inspiring.